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The Archivist - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader

Summary: Weeks after discovering some ancient tomes you're unable to decipher, you reach out to the Ministry of Magic Archives for help decoding the timeworn pages. The last thing you'd expected was for Sebastian Sallow to show up, much less for him to be so... attractive. Had he always looked like that?

Alternatively summarized as Sebastian Sallow pursued a professional career as a book nerd and also happens to be really well versed in sex.

Word Count: 6,969 (LMAO)

Warnings: 18+. aged up characters, explicit sexual content, size difference, Sebastian wearing glasses again

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You honestly didn’t think you’d ever thrown on clothes faster than you did the day someone apparated into your living room with a deafening crack, followed by a crash and a muffled, “Shit, ow.”

If you were to die, you weren’t eager to do so half-naked and half-asleep.

After hastily tying your robe around your waist and stuffing your feet in a pair of deteriorating slippers, you cautiously stuck your head into the hallway, the unruly strands of your bed head sticking to your cheeks and poking you in the eye as you assessed the situation.

At the end of the hall you could see a stack of books scattered across the floor, along with a previously organized collection of newspapers now strewn over the top of a prone body. Said body was stirring beneath the crumpled parchment, and you bit your lip and wished desperately for coffee as you weighed your options.

Option one: it was a murderer and you should leave immediately. The only problem was that the hallway leading to the front door was now blocked. Shit.

Option two: it was a burglar, and if you could remember where you’d left your wand last night, you could petrify the man in place until officials came to your aid.

Option three: it was a murdering burglar, and you might as well attempt to find out as much as you could before you wound up gruesomely cut down so you could at least haunt the bastard.

As the concealed figure attempted to sit up, you heard another thump as something fell from above them, followed by an irate groan, and you gripped the doorway to your bedroom tightly as you managed to call out a meek, “Hello?”

All movement and noises in the living room ceased for a moment, the air still and silent. You swore if the intruder dropped so much as a pin, you would hear it. The pair of feet belonging to the unknown man dragged along the floor as he seemingly stood himself up, and figuring that no burglar would be such a noisy wreck, you took your chances and slowly made your way down the hall to take in the damage done to your living space.

Bizarre as it was to be so civil with someone who’d essentially broken into your home, you rounded the corner and found yourself asking, “Are you alright?”

You were met with your potential adversary as he turned around, and you were equal parts surprised and confused to discover that it was none other than Sebastian Sallow. It had been years since you’d last seen him, the two of you having gone your separate ways after graduation as you continued hunting down ancient magic sites and he pursued a career within the Ministry. The last letter you’d received from him had come in a little over a year ago, sadly informing you that his sister had finally passed, albeit peacefully.

To find him now standing in the midst of your demolished living room was a shock in and of itself.

“Sebastian?” you asked incredulously, your eyes raking down his disheveled but well dressed body. He had certainly grown since you’d last seen him, his long legs accentuated by pressed slacks, and the suspenders that wrapped over his sculpted shoulders left little to the imagination. The button up he wore was just shy of being too small for his broad figure, and when you glanced back up at him, you watched as he brought one of his hands up to his face to fix his crooked glasses.

“Hi,” he said lamely, flashing you a somewhat sheepish smile. “Sorry for the mess– I, uh– well, I think I landed on something when I popped in.”

Your eyes flicked down once more to the toppled stacks of books that now covered the floor, and your brow cocked of its own accord as you breathed out a laugh, “You don’t say.”

Still reeling from the abrupt wake up call, you could only stare dumbstruck as Sebastian fixed his clothing and picked invisible lint off of his shirt, then offered his hand to you. “Sorry about the books. And the, uh, language. I’m here about the old tomes you found?”

As you accepted his outstretched hand and tried not to pass out from the firmness of it, you blinked and attempted to figure out what he was referring to. “Tomes?”

“The ones you wanted looked over?” He let go of your hand to rifle through the small satchel strapped to his thigh, and it took a herculean effort not to drool over the sheer width of his leg. Merlin’s bloody balls… you’d been holed up indoors for too long. “You sent in this consultation request a few weeks ago,” he said, pulling out a small slip of parchment decorated in your familiar scrawl, and then it all started to come back to you.

It had been nearly a month since, but during your last excursion to Scotland, you’d come across a set of unique, fragile tomes buried deep in an ancient magic site there. As curious as you’d been to read through their contents, the text within was hardly legible, and in truth, you weren’t even sure it was written in English. In a bid to still make use of the age-old books, you had reached out to the Ministry of Magic Archives to have someone potentially aid you in deciphering the timeworn pages. After almost a month with no response, you had simply shelved them all and moved on to planning your next trip.

“I completely forgot,” you muttered, taking the paper from Sebastian to read it over. “I kind of gave up hoping that the Ministry would send someone.”

“They weren’t planning on it,” he started to say, sounding conflicted as to whether or not he should continue. “But after I got my hands on the request, I took something of a personal interest in the case.”

Jokingly, you teased, “You hold that much sway working in the Archives?”

“I do when I’m the Archivist.”

“You’re the Archivist?” Your jaw dropped comically fast, your eyes wider than saucers as you processed his statement. Suddenly you were looking at your former friend in a whole new light. In your mind, you had always assumed the Ministry’s Archivist would be… well, ancient. Old and withered, graying and feeble. Not youthful and– quite frankly– hot. “How did that happen?”

Sebastian rocked back on his heels as he stuffed his thumbs in his pockets, the very picture of modesty as he shrugged, “It’s technically my trial period since the old Archivist just died a few months ago. But yeah, I guess my thirst for knowledge and reading habits paid off. At the very least it impressed the Minister enough for him to promote me.”

Eventually you managed to pick your chin up off the floor so you were no longer gaping at him like a fish, and you bashfully tucked a particularly stubborn strand of hair behind your ear as you cleared your throat and said, “Well, congratulations then. Glad to hear you’re doing well for yourself.”

Sebastian stared at you for a long moment before laughing softly under his breath, his hand sweeping through the front of his curly hair, “Thanks. But anyways, I can take a look at those tomes now if you’ve still got them?”

“Oh, yeah, sure. They’re on the shelf by the couch, let me just get changed.”

“No worries,” Sebastian said quickly, grinning widely as he moved around you further into the living room, his eyes roving over you momentarily. “I’ve got this.”

Did he just… check you out? No way, you thought, shaking the idea from your mind entirely.

You tracked the brunet as he strode over to the cluttered shelf beside the sofa, watching intently as he moved a few books around until he found the unmistakable tomes propped against the wooden panels. With the utmost care, Sebastian carefully withdrew one of the three with delicate fingers, his touch featherlight and ever conscious of the fragile nature of the bound piece of foreign literature. As he thoughtfully deposited the book on top of the coffee table, you couldn’t help but admire how gentle he was being with it; with hands that big, you found his tender touch to be something of a contrast to his entire person.

Shamelessly, you also found yourself wondering how those hands of his might feel against your skin.

Beating back your lustful thoughts with a mental brick, you managed to say with an even tone, “I’m surprised you can tell what’s what in that mess of a shelf. I’ve been told I have a bit of a hoarding problem– most people can’t separate the floor from the walls.”

“Well, I’m not most people,” he retorted, flashing you a dazzling smile from over his shoulder. “It takes a bookworm to know one. My old overseer at the Archives used to tell me I ‘had no shelf control’.”

The silence that settled over the room was utterly loud, and as Sebastian’s face took on the hue of a ripe tomato, you were fighting a grin with every fiber of your being. Your lips contorted into something resembling a downward smile while the Archivist-in-training turned back to the bookshelf, dragging a hand down his flushed cheeks as a pained groan weaseled its way out of him. “Please forget I said that. I’ve picked up on one too many library jokes in the past five years.”

Sweet Merlin, he was dorky as hell. Please leave, excessively hot Archivist. Either leave or stay for about six hours and don’t go until I’m ready to let you.

To spare him his dignity and also because you needed to refrain from staring at his attractive backside, you spun on your heel to head into the kitchen. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Please,” he sighed in agreement, sounding all too excited about the change in topic.

“I’ve got tea, coffee, and… water,” you finished pathetically. The barren cupboards above the pantry nearly brought a tear to your eye, and you made a mental note to do some shopping later if you had the time.

Sebastian set the second tome down on the coffee table at the same time he called out to you, “Tea is fine, thank you.”

It took a smidge longer than normal to boil the water, seeing as you had to pause your efforts to find your wand buried beneath the piles of maps in your bedroom. Once you had it in hand, however, you whipped up two steaming cups of black tea and returned to Sebastian minutes later to hand his cup over to him. He took it graciously, plainly eyeing you up over the brim of the mug as he took a tentative sip, and your stomach flipped at the suggestive look he fixed you with.

“I’m a little jealous, you’ve got one hell of a collection here. I almost wish I could take some of these old books off your hands.”

“Mm,” you hummed around a mouthful of tea, swallowing pointedly. Sebastian’s eyebrow twitched minutely. “Well, I think it might be time for me to clean house a bit anyways. If you wanted to, you could always come back and take your pick of what you like.”

His brows rose momentarily before settling, a muscle in his defined jaw ticking as he glanced between you and the tomes on the table. Then with a voice like pure sin, Sebastian smoothly said, “And what if I like more than the books?”

Shit, shit. Redirect. You fought to employ every ounce of self-control in your body so you wouldn’t just jump into his strong arms and straddle him right there, but you were acutely aware of a few facts; you looked like you had fought a Hippogriff in your sleep, you had sorely little on under your robe, and Sebastian's eyes had been devouring the noticeable outline of your collarbone for the last minute or so. Fuck.

“Then it sounds, uh,” you started to say, struggling to form words with the broad shouldered Adonis across from you seemingly undressing you with his eyes. “Like we might be on the same page.” It was the truth– you were as interested in the Archivist as you were in the purpose for his visit– but once the unintentional pun registered, you rolled your eyes and dug the heel of your palm into one eye, swearing softly. To his credit, Sebastian just laughed, taking another hearty sip of his tea as you shyly smiled up at him.

With more work to be done back at the Ministry and your tomes in hand, Sebastian dutifully let you know that while he couldn't stay presently, he would absolutely be coming back later that night. He followed you into the kitchen to deposit his cup beside the sink, intentionally reaching over your shoulder to set the mug down before letting his fingers ghost along the skin of your neck. Goosebumps broke out all over your body at the contact, and when you turned around to face him with the counter pressing against your rear, his hands came to deftly adjust the revealing neckline of your robe with a coy smirk tugging at his lips.

“See you at seven,” he purred, leaving you a blushing mess in your kitchen as he stepped back, winked, then apparated away.

—

By the time seven o’clock rolled around, you had bathed, gone to the market to replenish your sorry excuse of a pantry, tidied up the previously demolished sitting area, and started cooking dinner. Part of you felt like you were getting ahead of yourself with everything, but after spending the entirety of your day reflecting on the stolen glances Sebastian had sent your way and his rather telling comment in the living room, you told yourself it couldn’t get any more obvious than that.

He had always been rather cute during your time at school, but something about seeing him grown and fully matured had ignited a fire in your veins that stubbornly stayed burning for hours.

When he showed up five minutes early at six fifty-five with freshly washed hair and wearing a darker version of his earlier outfit, your doubts all but vanished. Clearly you weren’t the only one itching to make a good impression.

Sebastian followed you into the living room, now noticeably cleaner than it had been earlier in the morning, and held up the bottle of wine he’d been holding at his side. “I know you’ve got tea and water, but uh. I figured why not. It’s Friday after all.”

You smiled softly and let your hands brush against his as you took the wine from him, curiously watching as his fingers flexed when his arm returned to his side. “Thank you. I take it the Archivist doesn’t go to work on the weekends, then?”

“The Archivist in training doesn’t, but I’m sure my free time will be a commodity before long. I’m pretty sure the last one frequently slept under his desk at the Ministry Headquarters. What about you? Any drab desk jobs to speak of?”

“Nope,” you said, gesturing to the couch as you turned to head back into the kitchen. “When I need the extra money I’ll help out Sirona at The Three Broomsticks, but for the most part my explorations and Professor Fig’s estate hold me over well enough. I’m hardly ever home anyways, so it’s not like there’s many expenses to keep track of.”

“I see,” Sebastian huffed as he collapsed into the couch, spreading his long arms along the top of the backrest as he took in the neater state of the living room. “I’m guessing your adventuring is why there’s so many books in the first place. Have you ever thought about upsizing?”

“Hardly,” you set the bottle down on the kitchen counter and chanced a look at the man on the sofa, oddly pleased to see him so at ease in the midst of your cluttered home. “I’d much rather downsize the collection. I don’t even need the majority of what I have– I’ve read through it all ten times over.”

He nodded, “Fair enough.”

“Anyway, I imagined you’d be hungry, so dinner’s almost ready.”

“Oh, damn,” Sebastian mumbled, sitting forward to run a hand through his drying hair as you flitted around the kitchen. “You didn’t have to.”

“Unless you planned on feeding yourself later, I think most shops will be closed by the time you leave,” you said pointedly, turning to hide your grin when you observed the brunet flushing bright red. Miraculously you resisted the urge to add ‘if at all’ to the end of your statement. You unearthed the corkscrew buried deep within the kitchen drawers and popped open the wine bottle, filling two glasses before striding back into the living room to hand one over to Sebastian. “Feel free to take a look at any of the books, see if any of them might be worth taking to the Archives.”

The larger man gave you a lopsided smirk as he took the offered glass and clinked it gently against yours, muttering his agreement before shamelessly ogling your retreating form returning to the kitchen. The cinched waist of your otherwise simple dress was incredibly distracting. He elected not to sift through the piles upon piles of books, opting to instead watch as you hummed to yourself and stirred something on the stove, which Sebastian was beginning to realize smelled pretty fantastic. He was grateful for the distance between you both so you couldn’t hear his stomach growling.

Once the food was ready, you ate with comfortable conversation flowing between the two of you the entire time. You asked Sebastian what he did in his soon to be nonexistent free time, and you were surprised to hear that he had taken on the role of Feldcroft’s token handyman. In his own words, the muggle approach to fixing things was relatively therapeutic, and he loved getting his hands dirty almost as much as he loved having his nose burrowed in book pages. It explained his physical appearance, at the very least. Until now, you’d just assumed he had a habit of squatting massive stacks of books in the Archives when he was bored.

In turn he had asked you about your hobbies, about the ancient magic sites you visited, and about living on-the-go so regularly. It was so normal for you now that you barely batted an eye at being away from home for weeks at a time, and you told him as much with a half-hearted shrug.

Lazily, you swirled the remaining wine around in your glass, bringing it to your mouth as you murmured, “It’s not like there’s anything waiting for me here, so I don’t mind it.”

Sebastian watched you intently as you finished off your drink, taking in the pretty flush decorating your cheeks and the delectable way you licked your wine-stained lips in the moment that followed. “Anything, or anyone?”

“Hm?”

“You don’t have anyone to come home to? No pets, no kids…” he trailed off, the rest of his question dangling in the air like a lone cloud. Your eyes fell to Sebastian’s hand as he sensually ran his pinched fingers along the stem of his own glass, and his half-hooded eyes hidden behind his glasses said everything in place of the missing portion of his sentence.

No lover, is what you knew he was indirectly asking.

“Do you see anyone else here?” you teased, the sides of your mouth curling into a coy smile.

“No,” Sebastian retorted, pushing his empty glass away as he sat back in his seat, amusement etched across his handsome face. “Then again, it doesn’t hurt to check. Had to make sure I was reading things correctly.”

You perched your elbow on the armrest of your chair and balanced your chin on top of your fist casually before asking, “Was that another one of your jokes?” Hoping that you looked more confident than you felt, you mirrored his position and crossed one of your legs over the other, taking immense satisfaction in the way the brunet’s throat bobbed at the sight of your legs outlined through your attire.

Sebastian looked puzzled for a moment before realizing what he’d said, and he rolled his eyes at the same time an airy laugh spilled from your lips. “An accidental one, make no mistake,” he moved forward to the edge of his seat, leaning forward to play with one of the folds of your dress with his index finger. “But I have been thinking about you all day, and I may or may not have convinced myself that you’re way out of my league.”

“You should be more confident,” you whispered, dropping your hand to clutch at the one the Archivist was inching towards your leg with. His fingers immediately spread to accommodate your smaller ones, and you tugged him a smidge closer so your noses were mere inches apart. Jokingly, you taunted him further by asking, “Did you still want to look at my book collection?”

Before you could so much as yelp, Sebastian closed the distance between the two of you in a flash and pressed his lips to yours fervently, any lingering awkwardness falling away like leaves on a tree. His free hand came to curl around the back of your neck, holding you firmly against his mouth as he angled his head to the side to deepen the kiss further, and you couldn’t help but moan against him at the brutish feeling of his broad hand holding you in place.

He pulled away just enough to brush a tinier, more delicate kiss against the tip of your nose before he sighed, “I really don’t give a damn about the books right now.”

A budding Archivist not caring about books? The scandal, is what you wanted to say, but then Sebastian’s lips were back on yours, swallowing your pending comment with a ferocity that had your stomach churning wantonly. Those brilliant hands of his left your neck and your hand to trail along your waist, his fingers digging firmly into the bodice of your dress to pull you towards him, and you followed his guidance all too willingly as he urged you from your seat. Within seconds you were in his lap, melting against him as he ground his hips up into yours while simultaneously using his hands to rock you against his hardening cock, and a satisfied groan emitted from him as you allowed him to move you as he pleased.

In-between kisses, Sebastian managed to croak out, “Bedroom?”

You barely managed a nod, too enthralled by the man under you to form actual words, and at the same time you dove back in for another heated kiss, Sebastian looped an arm around your back and the other under your ass as he stood up, lifting you with him as though you weighed nothing. Instinctively you hooked your legs around his hips, letting him haul you along to your bedroom while your hands flew to his neck to clutch at him ardently in a bid to keep your mouth glued to his. His ability to multi-task was something to compliment later on, because he kept walking and working his mouth over yours with a finesse that bordered on inhuman.

The next thing you knew you were being thrown down on the mattress, bouncing in place briefly before you had to bite your lip to stifle a curse as you watched Sebastian fucking crawl up the bed towards you, predatory and sexy as hell. As soon as he was within reach, you grabbed for one of his suspender straps and pulled him closer, kissing him once again and moaning eagerly when you felt his hand grip at the seductive curve of your waist to squeeze before he settled on top of you. With his knees on either side of you, it was impossible to overlook the feeling of his achingly hard cock pressing down against your leg, and Sebastian groaned loudly when you tried lifting your hips to convey your impatience.

“Someone’s excited,” he murmured against your swollen lips, grinning to himself as you worked to catch your breath. “Have you been thinking about me, too?”

“Yes,” you gasped, your train of thought momentarily derailing when Sebastian moved so his chest was pressing against your clothed breasts, his hips flush with yours to better grind against you. “Don’t you own a mirror?”

Instead of replying to your thinly veiled compliment, Sebastian dipped his head into the crook of your neck to nip and kiss his way along your jaw with a rumbling moan, the force of his ministrations forcing your head back against the pillows. He was as eager as you were, that much was certain. As he rutted his concealed cock against your thigh, you heard and felt him shudder against you, and in an attempt to silence himself, the Archivist’s plush lips latched firmly onto a patch of skin under your jaw to suck a mark there.

The stinging sensation of him biting down had your eyes fluttering shut, your entire being relishing in the light pain his teeth bestowed upon you, and Sebastian blindly reached for your wrist to pin your arm above your head. The dominant display had you voicing your approval in the form of a low moan, enjoying how being stretched out for him allowed for his other hand to rake down your side to start bunching up your dress. His movements didn’t cease as he lifted his hips slightly to free up the rest of the fabric trapped beneath him, and he expertly collected the material into a disheveled heap below your navel. When his dexterous fingers ghosted along the waistband of your undergarments, your next breath caught in your throat and caused you to gasp shakily.��

You felt as Sebastian’s lips curved into a smirk against your spit-slick skin before sitting back on his heels to murmur, “You’re so noisy.”

Through his lashes, he watched as a brilliant flush swept up your neck to cover your face, and you timidly tried to hide your cheeks with the back of your free hand. “S-Sorry,” you stammered, but the man above you was having absolutely none of your self-consciousness.

Your mediocre shield was wrenched away from your face and pinned up alongside your other hand in an instant, and you blinked up at Sebastian in blatant surprise as he leaned menacingly over you. “Don’t stop,” he implored you, biting his lip as he took in the sight of you beneath him. “I love it.

The brunet secured your wrists into one of his hands so he could drop the other one back to your aching center, swiping two of his fingers up your slit through your underwear to feel the wetness that had collected there. The sensation left you breathless, another choked gasp weaseling its way past your lips and earning a dark chuckle from Sebastian. His digits moved up to slide beneath the fabric blocking his path, and a low groan sounded from him as he felt how truly soaked you were from his efforts. Without looking away from your pinched features, he gingerly slid a single finger in, biting his lip hungrily at the way your lips parted and your head rolled to the side when he began steadily pumping in and out of you.

When you felt his thumb begin to rub against your clit, your eyelids fluttered shut from the intense pleasure that washed over you, pulling a strangled whimper from you. “Fuck, Sebastian–”

The hand he had securely wrapped around your wrists tightened a fraction to draw your mind out of the gutter, and he roughly gritted out, “Look at me, darling– open those pretty eyes for me.” You couldn’t help but oblige him when he referred to you so sweetly, and when you cracked your eyes open once again, his body seemed to shudder with delight as he growled, “So fucking perfect. My name sounds damn good when you say it like that.”

With his gaze burning into yours and the close proximity between the two of you, you didn’t think the overwhelming euphoria you felt could get any better. That is, until he added a second finger into the mix. The initial stretch was felt only briefly before his thumb pressed against your sensitive bundle of nerves, the persistent ministrations against your clit muting any discomfort and leaving you arching brainlessly beneath him as that hot, incessant feeling in your gut roared to life. It was tantalizing, and your hips bucked off the mattress in an attempt to chase his movements and reach the climax you were utterly desperate for.

“Please, please,” you begged mindlessly, your desire to come so potent that it was almost painful. “Please, Sebastian, please.”

“Already?” he tsk’d mockingly, shaking his head minutely as he eagerly wet his bottom lip and removed his thumb from your center. “I think you can hold on a bit longer, don’t you? I’d much rather end this with my cock, if it’s all the same to you.”

The lack of friction sobered you up instantly, and the lustful haze that had clouded your mind cleared enough for you to blink blearily up at him, a small frown playing on your lips. “Really?”

Sebastian cocked a brow at you, as though daring you to tell him he was being unreasonable. “Would you rather this end with my hands?”

You tried to roll your hips up into his hand before relenting rather quickly, and you muttered, “F-Fine. Just hurry up, I might throttle you if I have to wait any longer.”

Sebastian grinned wickedly at the way your back arched when he curled his fingers inside of you before torturously withdrawing them. A small sigh slipped from you when he let go of your wrists and slid away to hastily begin shedding his clothing, taking care to be gentler with his glasses as he set them down on the nightstand, and once he was wholly bare before you, the only thing you could do was stare.

His physique was mind boggling; toned, defined muscles made up every inch of his torso, accentuated by broad shoulders that you were convinced didn’t belong anywhere near someone who worked in a glorified library of all places. His skin was sun-kissed and peppered with freckles, a testament to the aforementioned physical labor he claimed to enjoy. It hadn’t made much sense to you before when he’d told you– forgoing magic to use his own hands to help fix things. But if a habit like that gave a man a body like his, you would never doubt his preferences again.

All of Sebastian looked positively divine, including his cock. Thick, hard, and twitching tellingly, it arched proudly against his taut stomach, the head violently red and already leaking beads of pre-cum in response to the situation at hand. You swallowed thickly when you realized that that would be inside of you, and you were suddenly grateful that he’d told you to wait. Not to discredit his fingers or anything, but you had a nagging feeling that you would enjoy his lower parts far more than his hands.

Ignoring the nervousness that settled in your stomach, you sat up to quickly pull the sleeves of your dress down your arms, wriggling out of the attire quickly before throwing the bunched up material to the floor. As you reached down to slide your underwear off, Sebastian returned to kneel in front of you and stopped you by lightly pushing you flat against the pillows, then ran his hands along the plane of your stomach.

“Allow me,” he said chivalrously, taking care to gently slip his fingers under the waistband and sensually remove the material entirely. With nothing else separating you from him, Sebastian took his time eating you alive with his eyes, letting his hands drag up your thighs and squeeze at your knees before pushing your legs apart so he had space to siddle forward. The blunt head of his cock bumped against your slick cunt, and a barely there shudder ran down your spine in anticipation.

It took a good amount of self-control for you to let Sebastian press into you achingly slow, his eyes pinching shut while his teeth savaged his bottom lip, and when he was finally sheathed inside of you fully, the brunet was practically shaking with the desire to fuck your brains out. He waited, though, his palms sliding from your knees to your upper thighs to dig his fingers into the skin there, raking his hungry gaze over you while he gave you a moment to adjust.

You appreciated the sentiment, because Merlin– he was big. It was impossible to overlook every delicious inch of him pressing against your inner walls, the subtle grinding of his hips stretching you out more and more to the point where your breath continuously caught in your throat. It felt good, though. Good enough to leave you wondering why you’d never sought him out when the two of you were still in school together.

At some point, however, you realized Sebastian was fucking with you. It probably had something to do with the repetitive, shallow thrusts he teased you with, and when you craned your neck up to look at him, he was already staring at you with a wide grin splitting his face, his tongue poking out between his teeth.

“W-What?” you grumbled, your hands fisting in the sheets. “Are you going to make me beg or something? I already said please.”

“I was just enjoying the face you were making,” Sebastian said, rocking his hips just enough to leave you arching towards him. “You look like you’re trying really hard to keep it together. It’s cute.”

“I’m flattered,” you breathed out around an airy laugh, then wriggled your hips down in an attempt to bait the Archivist into moving. Mercifully, it worked.

Sebastian gave a throaty moan, leaning forward to brace one hand on the side of your waist while the other gripped at your thigh tighter, and he withdrew his cock languidly before plunging back in. Your breathing hitched and your head fell back against the pillows at the abrupt sensation, and the sight of you so obviously enthralled by his efforts was what expelled the remainder of his patience.

Holding onto your thigh with bruising strength, Sebastian fell into a steady, toe-curling pace. He pulled you onto his cock with every deep plunge, digging his feet into the bed to lend some force to his thrusts, and his reward was the sound of your shaky voice reverberating off of the bedroom walls as your spine rounded. You keened loudly, overcome with both the feeling and the sight of Sebastian– because not only was he deceptively good at rendering your mind into a puddle of mush, he looked amazing while he was doing it. The muscles in his arms rippled as he supported himself above you, his brown curls falling into his face as his head hung heavy between his sculpted shoulders, and when your arousal had you clamping down on his cock harder, those full, kissable lips of his fell open around a guttural groan.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he grit out through his clenched teeth, gazing down at you with lust-dark eyes that made your blood burn hot in your veins. “So bloody gorgeous– like a fucking work of art.”

His praises left you whining in earnest, and you didn’t bother to keep your voice down in the slightest. With every sinful noise that escaped you, Sebastian’s hold on you seemed to intensify, and his thick cock filled you harder with every desperate pump of his hips. His ragged breathing left you craving more of him– all of him– and you rutted against him as much as was physically possible in a bid to take him deeper.

Sebastian picked up on your desires wordlessly, and he shifted his hold on your thigh so his hand was looped around it to better pull it to the side, giving him the room he needed to spear into you with wicked precision. It also allowed him to discover what you sounded like crying out for more, your voice reedy and strident within the four walls of the bedroom, and when he shifted his hips down to achieve new depths, your moans echoed around him. He had to be hitting a good spot.

“Right there, Sebastian, fuck– right there–”

Your lower half was positively shaking, and Sebastian was honestly at his limit. He sat up momentarily before grabbing both of your legs, watching as you blearily tried to figure out what was going on while he pulled your knees over his shoulders. Moving over you swiftly and urgently, he bent you back and rammed his thick cock back into your tight heat, animalistic grunts sounding from him as you arched tight and cried out, but you were barely given the space to breathe before he was fucking you hard– hips bucking rough and deep and so fucking good that you were left screaming and gasping helplessly at the sheets.

Sebastian pinned you to the bed and pounded into you, his own moans dripping loud from his lips as his hands grasped at the sweaty, flushed skin of your waist, pulling you close while he filled you over and over and drank in your noisy pleas for more until your back was arching clear off the bed and your thighs were shaking. You were barely holding on, your climax from earlier roaring back to life in your gut and rendering your tongue a lead weight in your mouth.

Forming words was damn near impossible, but you still managed to babble out, “Like that, Sebastian, fuck, just like that– I’m close– please, I’m–”

He obliged you instantly, keeping up his pace while he brought his hand between your legs to thumb over your bundle of nerves, his hips angling upwards with every deep, precise plunge. Taking his bottom lip between his teeth, you watched through your slitted eyes as he bent forward to press a chaste kiss to your parted lips, swallowing your breathy whines with a satisfied expression playing over his face. “Come on, darling. Let’s hear how you sound falling apart on my cock, yeah?”

As if you even needed the encouragement.

Every muscle in your body tensed as a wave of unparalleled ecstasy crashed over you, and your hands flew to Sebastian’s shoulders to absentmindedly attempt to grasp at something to ground yourself. His movements didn’t stop as you writhed beneath him– milking every possible noise out of you with unconcealed fervor– and it was only when you sagged into the sheets twitching and whimpering that Sebastian let your legs drop to the sides so he could wrap his arms around you to give you the last of his deep, quick thrusts before he was coming too, your name tumbling over his lips as he fell alongside you.

“Fuck,” Sebastian murmured directly beside your ear, still draped in a boneless heap on top of you as you trembled against him. One of your hands slid up to bury your fingers in his tangled curls, and you mumbled something unintelligibly into the crook of his neck. He pulled back slightly to hear you better, “What?”

Your eyes were still glazed over as you came down from your post-coital high, “Are the Archives chock-full of sex books or something?”

Sebastian smirked tiredly at you, pulling out gently before collapsing beside you with his arms still wrapped securely around your waist. “One or two. Why?”

You stared up at the ceiling in a daze and shook your head softly to yourself, “Because you’re a little too good at that. It’s kind of scary.”

“Good scary or bad scary?”

“Good scary,” you clarified, turning over so you could face the brunet and smile softly at him. The way his entire face lit up at the sight of you would live on in your mind for years to come, you were sure, so you wistfully said, “We should do this again sometime.”

Sebastian paused, leaving you worried for a short second until he wriggled in a way that let him press his hard cock against your stomach, and he closed the distance between the two of you to give you a chaste kiss on your nose before grinning mischievously. “Like right now?”

You raised your eyebrows in silent surprise before laughing playfully, rolling over onto him before taking his face in your hands to kiss him deeply. It was a sweet moment– tender, affectionate, and heartwarming. It only ceased when you let go of his cheeks to move down his larger body, already itching to put your hands to better use.

The only thing that stopped Sebastian from staying holed up within the warm, comfortable confines of your bedroom with you forever was the imminent arrival of Monday, but Saturday and Sunday were days well spent. You were rather disappointed when your time together came to an end– enough so that you actually pouted when Sebastian had slid out from beneath the covers to get ready for work. Thankfully though, the Archivist was as unwilling as you were to call it quits after everything, and following a heated, lengthy kiss, he promised to come back as soon as he was able.

It only took him eight hours to find himself back in your bed, but you knew then that it would be impossible to stay away from him for very long from here on out.

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🦩Astro Observations for When the Bare minimum is Your Best🦩

🦩The Neptune Sextile Pluto to me is such an interesting aspect. For one, it is an anomaly for it being cross generational yet only occur during less than 25% of a generational birth timeline. The second being that it occurs during significant periods of history (i.e. The escalation of WWII in 1942). People that have had an influence on many generations are born with this aspect.

🦩The Polarity between Fire/Air dom Scorpio vs Earth/Water dom Scorpio is unbelievable.

🦩Pluto entering Aquarius (plus being in retrograde) and Uranus in Taurus has been proving to be karmic and transformative for the Pluto Scorpio generation. Many celebrities are continued to be exposed for bad behavior (sometimes it could be down right criminal). This isn't anything new, but it has been happening to people that no one suspected or the affected have kept quiet about it or were unheard until now.

🦩 Sun Inconjunct Saturn people almost always have painful stories yet they're never told. The restrictions that Saturn brings on the Sun can suggest everything from a controlling family, chronic loneliness, expected to follow a pathology, or being forced into a life that can only be referred to as inauthentic at the least. Unlike most, these people need to learn to unbecome everything that have been placed on them by others. As a result, they usually posses the biggest sense of perseverance and persistence. With time and as they accept that they have the right to hold court and presence in life, they will start to shine. Saturn is a late boomer, so they usually reap it's fruits later in life. Love that old age radiance.

🦩The asteroid Pallas Athena (2) gives an insight to the wisdom and knowledge we carried from our past lives. It recognizes patterns, habits, cycles and thoughts. It's our trigger and reason for when we experience "Deja Vu". The sign it's in, the house it resides in, the aspects it makes tell us how and through what that wisdom and knowledge is channeled and received.

🦩People with Neptune in Mutable houses (3rd, 6th, 9th, 12th) are more susceptible to indoctrination. They're usually a part of a new age cult.

🦩When the Moon is in a positive aspect to one of either Venus or Mars but a harsh aspect to the other (For example, Moon Trine Venus but Moon Opposing Mars), the person emotional needs, romantic attraction and sexual attraction would always be at odds with one another. With a highly developed person, this is usually resolved by communicating your needs and desires (possibly being part of the BDSM or kink community). In underdeveloped individuals, this would create an unsatisfied person that is hard to please or get to know, fear of intimacy, and (my fav) being an all around incel.

🦩Scorpio in the 10th/Pluto in the 10th natives might develop a reputation as the "other woman/man/one" or could be entangled in a messy relationship publicly.

🦩Although both the Square and Opposition aspects are considered "harsh" or challenging, they represent a different kind respectively. The Square aspect is generally external in its characteristics. When it's present, the native usually deals with adversarial circumstances in relation to the placements/houses. In contrast, the Opposition aspect is internal and entail a difficulty understanding, reflecting or aligning that conflict within. For example, a square aspect between Mercury and Uranus suggests a more restrictive environment where one could be punished for speaking the truth and expressing their mind. Meanwhile, an opposition aspect between Mercury and Uranus suggest difficulty connecting and communicating with the world around.

🦩Beware of people you meet during the period between your Jupiter return and Saturn return. It's very likely they would prove to be a testament to your growth and attunement. In some cases, you may find yourself on the receiving end of a situation where you have been the other person in the past. (i.e. Getting ghosted more often if you ghosted many before)

🦩I found that in one sided relationships, in synastry one person planets are usually more aspected than the other one.

🦩Signs from each element complete each other, for when they stand alone you'll find that they desire what the others posses. For example, with Earth signs you'll find that both Virgo and Capricorn desire the stability that Taurus posses. Although they both find it through work, Virgo gets it from the stability of routine, while Capricorn get it from the financial security. The same can be said for Virgo's vigor and Capricorn's efficiency.

🦩A person with an unaspected mean Lilith (h12) tend be the least petty and vengeful person. If their other placements prove otherwise, then their pettiness would be circumstantial rather than passive and constant in nature. This is because Lilith is only activated when aspected.

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Forbidden Love

Warnings: physical aggression, physical restraint, forbidden attraction, and romantic tension

In the dimly lit alley, Hero stumbled, their breath ragged and limbs heavy with exhaustion. They had been chasing Villain for what felt like an eternity, their determination fueled by a relentless sense of duty. But now, as they faced their adversary in the cold embrace of the night, Hero could feel the weight of their fatigue bearing down upon them.

Villain, ever the opportunist, seized the moment, lunging forward with predatory grace. Hero's reflexes were dulled by exhaustion, and before they could react, Villain had them pinned against the brick wall, their body pressed close, trapping the Hero.

"You look tired, Hero," Villain purred, their voice a low, taunting whisper that sent shivers down Hero's spine. "Is the weight of the world finally catching up to you?"

Hero gritted their teeth, refusing to show any signs of weakness in the face of their enemy's gloating. "Maybe," they managed to rasp out, "but that won't stop me from taking you down."

Villain chuckled darkly, their breath hot against Hero's neck. "Such bravado," they murmured, their lips dangerously close to Hero's ear. "But we both know you're no match for me in this state."

Hero's heart raced as they struggled against Villain's iron grip, their body pressed against the cold, unyielding wall. Every fiber of their being screamed for release, for freedom from Villain's suffocating hold. Yet, even in their exhaustion, a flicker of comfort grew within them, being so close to the villain.

As Villain's gaze bore into theirs, Hero felt something stir within them – a strange, forbidden attraction that blossomed despite the circumstances. There was something captivating about them, something that stirred Hero's heart in ways they couldn't explain.

"You may be right," Hero admitted, their voice barely above a whisper, "but there's something about you that I can't ignore."

And in that moment, with the world crumbling around them, Hero reached out, their fingertips grazing Villain's cheek. Villain leaned into the touch, their eyes fluttering closed as they surrendered to the irresistible pull of fate.

Suddenly, their lips met met the villain's in a desperate kiss, emotions surging between them – desire, longing, and a hint of defiance. In that stolen moment, Hero and Villain were no longer enemies, but two souls intertwined in a dance of forbidden passion.

But as they pulled away, breathless and exhilarated, Villain whispered words that shattered the fragile illusion of their connection.

"Perhaps in another life, we could have been more than enemies."

And with that, they disappeared into the night, leaving behind a trail of uncertainty and longing in their wake.

"Amid the chaos, find beauty in the unexpected."

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partners in crime — klaus mikaelson x reader

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content warnings and genre: none in particular, requested one-shot — comfort

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synopsis: you were as twisted as him, and he adored you for it

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in the heart of new orleans, where darkness and mystique intertwined, an unlikely partnership thrived. klaus mikaelson, the infamous hybrid vampire, had always been a force to be reckoned with. ruthless and cunning, he was known throughout the supernatural world for his audacious schemes and thirst for power.yet, even the most formidable of creatures couldn't resist the allure of a dangerous accomplice, and in this case, that partner was you.

you were no ordinary vampire. you were a heretic, a rare breed born from the unholy union of vampire and witch, wielding both the immortal strength of a vampire and the potent magic of a witch. the stories of your malevolence echoed through the centuries, leaving behind a trail of destruction and fear. klaus had first crossed paths with you in the dark, clandestine corners of the city. a chance meeting turned into a partnership fueled by a shared desire for chaos. together, you embarked on a campaign of mischief and malevolence, weaving your way through the intricate tapestry of power struggles that defined new orleans.

your alliance didn't merely thrive on bloodlust and destruction; it thrived on strategy and cunning. klaus, with his penchant for manipulation, and you, with your mastery over dark magic, were a formidable duo. you orchestrated elaborate heists, sowed discord among rival supernatural factions, and left behind a trail of baffled adversaries who underestimated the malevolence of your partnership.

one of your most audacious acts was the infiltration of a high-profile society gala, hosted by the most influential witch coven in the city. you and klaus masqueraded as guests, seamlessly blending into the crowd. as the night wore on, you unleashed a torrent of dark magic that sent chandeliers crashing, and illusions that played tricks on the minds of the attendees.

klaus reveled in the chaos you created, watching with a wicked grin as the once-coherent gathering descended into chaos and madness. It was in these moments, as you both reveled in the malevolent beauty of your actions, that he couldn't help but feel an undeniable attraction to your power and your wickedness.

as dawn broke over new orleans, you and klaus vanished into the shadows, leaving behind a city forever altered by your malevolent partnership. the world may have deemed you both as monsters, but in each other's eyes, you were the perfect accomplices, two dark souls united in their thirst for power and their love for the evil they created together.

one time, the night was draped in a velvet darkness, concealing your every move as you and klaus stood in the shadows of the mikaelson mansion. the moon, like a pale witness to your impending malevolence, cast eerie shadows across the cobblestone courtyard. klaus, his cerulean eyes dancing with anticipation, leaned in closer to you. “my dearest (y/n),” he purred, his voice dripping with honeyed menace. “tonight, we shall take another step towards our rightful dominion over this city.”

a devilish grin curved your lips as you responded, your voice laced with the promise of chaos. “i know we will. the witches have grown too comfortable, too complacent. it's time we remind them of our power.”

the plan was simple in its intricacy. you had uncovered a secret, a buried legend from new orleans' supernatural history. an ancient grimoire spoke of a powerful artifact hidden beneath the city, capable of granting unimaginable power to any who possessed it. the witches held the key to this artifact, and tonight, it would be yours.

as the mansion's clock struck midnight, you and klaus moved with preternatural grace, infiltrating the ancestral witch house where the coven held their most precious artifacts. the scent of ancient magic filled the air as you approached a cryptic door, adorned with intricate symbols. with a knowing glance, you murmured an incantation, and the door creaked open, revealing a chamber bathed in an eerie blue glow. there, resting on a pedestal, was the coveted artifact—a mystical amulet, pulsating with power.

klaus's eyes widened as he beheld the object of their desire. “remarkable,” he breathed, reaching out to touch it. but you halted him with a firm hand. “not so fast,” you cautioned. “the amulet is protected by ancient enchantments. we must proceed with caution.”

together, you unraveled the intricate web of magic guarding the amulet. each step was perilous, as one wrong move could unleash catastrophic consequences. the air crackled with energy as you manipulated the spells, your heretic abilities and klaus's vampiric strength intertwining seamlessly.

at last, the final barrier fell, and klaus gingerly lifted the amulet from its pedestal. power radiated from it, coursing through his veins. “now, my dear,” he declared, his voice trembling with a heady mix of excitement and greed, “we'll be ruling this city in no time.”

but just as klaus marveled at the amulet, a voice echoed through the chamber—a disembodied whisper that sent shivers down your spine. “you have awakened the darkness,” it intoned. “prepare to face the consequences.”

the room quaked, and the walls seemed to close in on you. you and klaus exchanged frantic glances as the amulet's power threatened to consume you both. it was a perilous gamble, one that could either solidify your reign or bring about your doom. and as the chamber trembled around you, you and him clung to the amulet, your fate uncertain. but in this moment of chaos and uncertainty, your partnership burned brighter than ever, a beacon of malevolence in the heart of the supernatural world.

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solar-wing · 8 months

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⚣ Remember 🥷🏻

⚣🥷🏻A/N → This was a bit of a challenge for me for some reason. Maybe it's because we still don't know how exactly Jason died or what he was like when he was on the team so I had to go off what we know about Jason already. Plus, the fact that he doesn't have his memories really got my creative juices flowing. I did not proofread thus like the others cause I'm trying to focus on finishing my other fics. Also, here it is again for you @acoustickitten Anyways... WARNINGS: Emotion & Angst, Mentions of Death, NSFW warnings included on Patreon NSFW Version Here👈🏽

⚣🥷🏻Summary → When Jason died, your world fell apart. You and he had a special bond that you didn't share with anyone else on the team. So, when the chance to be reunited with him came as an invitation to Ra's Ah Ghul's island, you quickly took the chance to be with your old teammate, friend, and crush. Only you didn't expect to find him different than you remembered.

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You were so glad you hadn’t given up.

When your previous team appeared on Infinity Island to rescue their friends, the Red Hooded Ninja battled with Nightwing, your old leader and friend. Ra’s ordered you to stay out of sight, as he didn’t want your former teammates to know you were here yet. Your mission was too important for them and yourself. So, you watched from one of the windows as your friends fought with your League allies.

Back in 2013, you had been recruited to the team by the Justice League when they discovered you on the streets of your city fighting crime with your meta-abilities. You could see into and read people’s thoughts, much like Miss Martian. Except your powers seemed to be stronger, seeing that you had the ability to control and enter someone’s mind at will and manipulate their thoughts. Along with flight force-field manipulations, you were quite the adversary. So when Batman, Captain Marvel/Shazam, and Black Canary showed up one day to offer you the chance to use your powers in a team environment, you figured, why not?

You were alone, having lost your family at a young age, and your adoptive family wasn’t much better, seeing you and your abilities as freaky. They just wanted to get whatever money they could off of you. So you accepted their offer and took on the mantle of ‘Psicon.’ Besides, living in the Cave was awesome. The Team was way more welcoming, and you felt like a part of a family for the first time, growing a special relationship with one of the members, Jason Todd, aka Robin.

Both of you and Jason had similar backgrounds and connected from that. The team often joked that the saying was true opposites attracted because you two couldn’t be more different from each other. Strong in your own rights, you were reserved, while he was outgoing. You thought with a slow, calculative mind, and he was impulsive. You were no pushover, but you mostly kept your thoughts to yourself, whereas he was very outspoken.

But, you found joy in your differences with each other. You shared similar interests and grew a strong bond. Over time, your feelings became less platonic and more romantic, which your friends loved to tease you for. Dick, Kid Flash, aka Wally, and Artemis mainly, before the latter two left the team for college.

You hadn’t known if Jason felt the same towards you, but Dick encouraged you since the two had a special relationship, both being Batman’s sidekicks and sharing the mantle of Robin. Not at the same time, of course. When Dick picked up the mantle of Nightwing, Jason had become the new Robin.

You were planning to confess your feelings to Jason but never got the chance.

A mission you weren’t on had gone left, and though you never found out what had went wrong, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what happened when everyone had returned except for Jason. Dick tried to comfort you as he felt your pain, along with Batman, but it did little to help. You were heartbroken.

Jason was the only one who knew your history, as you hadn’t told anyone else. He knew some of your deepest secrets and insecurities had helped you through dark moments, and now he was gone. And it wasn’t just for you, as your friends and teammates had noticed your impact on him.

Maybe that’s why some had joked about how Jason held a soft spot for you. He was always nice to you, of course. But, he always had a level of sass and bluntness he’d give others but never towards you. Your friends, even Bruce, had mentioned how they saw that you’d tapped into a more gentle side of Jason none of them ever could see or would be allowed to see, at least.

So, no. Dick couldn’t understand where your pain. No one could.

After that, a distance grew between you and the team since everyone refused to tell you what had happened. Then, in 2015 a little over a year later, Batman recruited a new Robin, Tim Drake, and you had fucking lost it at that point.

Furious at Bruce and Dick for being so willing to replace Jason, you went off on them, feeling they had dishonored him. Your teammates tried to calm you down, but your fury had been on a different level none of them had seen before. Even Conner was unsettled at the rage spilling off you, being considered the literal definition of anger issues himself. It was safe to say you had no relationship with Tim. While you weren’t hostile or bitter towards him, you had no incentive or want to build a friendship.

At some point, you received a mysterious envelope. Where it came from, you didn’t know, but what was inside it had your attention immediately. It was a letter asking for your aid in an important matter. And whoever wrote it apparently had particular need of your ‘talents.’ You were prepared to ignore it until you saw another note inside, only it wasn’t a note at all. It was a picture, a recent one.

Jason.

He was alive. You could tell cause he looked a bit older than the last time you saw him. Though, just by looking at the picture, you could see something was off. That usual egotistic but confident spark you always noticed in his eyes wasn��t there. Both the corners of his mouth were straight instead of one side upturned up a bit, leaving him with his natural smirk.

In truth, his blank gaze at the camera caused an unsettled chill to go through you. It was as if you were looking at a ghost of Jason instead of an alive one.

But it was him.

He was alive somewhere, and after so long of only feeling hollow and numb where your heart should be, you felt it stirring in your chest again.

You didn’t know if the others knew, and you weren’t planning on telling them. You’d contemplated leaving the team for some time, and Tim’s recent addition only made that decision easier for you. So the next day, when everyone was asleep, you packed your clothes and disappeared that night, not saying goodbye to anyone.

That’s how you ended up with the League of Shadows and the Al-Ghul family on their island. When you saw Jason for the first time, you wanted to run to him, hug him, and sob into his shoulder. Part of you didn’t believe he was alive, needing hard proof of living flesh in front of your eyes. Truly enough, even looking at him, your mind still couldn’t believe he was there. He still had that strange blank look on his face, though. When you first entered the room, he stared at you, which creeped you out even more now that it was in person.

You found out Ra’s and his family were the ones who recovered Jason’s body and had used the infamous Lazarus Pits to revive him, and while the pit’s healing and life-restoring abilities did that, there were consequences. He explained that the Pit tampered with Jason’s mind, sending him into a feral and almost animalistic state, and though they tamed him, his mind was scattered, and memories were gone.

That’s where you came in. Your telepathic abilities had been recognized exceptionally for their strength, surpassing M’Gann’s powers. With your ability to enter and manipulate minds, Ra’s suspected you could restore Jason’s memories, bringing him back to himself.

At first, you were unsure since you didn’t know the consequences that could come if you tampered with his thoughts. When you’d voiced these concerns, Jason had turned his head to you, a curious gaze replacing his blank expression. Ra’s and Talia observed, speechless as he made his way to you, head tilting in confusion as he stared into your eyes. You didn’t move, watching his hand come up to your face and one of his fingers slowly caressing down your cheek.

“Psi…con.”

It was your turn to be speechless. You felt tears come to your eyes and shut them, attempting to hold yourself together. It was too much. Clenching your fists at your side, you choked on a gasp as you forced yourself not to cry. Even Talia felt a bit emotional at the sight of your grief, though she didn’t show it, remaining poised as ever.

“Ah, it would seem your presence has already triggered a spark in his mind. You two must have had a significant connection for him to recall your name.” Ra’s pointed out, eyeing you with an intrigued look.

It didn’t take much convincing after that.

“I’ll do it.” You stated with no hesitation in your voice.

That same smile Ra’s held when you agreed was the same one on his face now in 2019 as you and Talia holding baby Damian had come out just in time to see the Bio-Ship flying off to hear Jason uttering “Gray…son” in a slow, and almost zombie-like speech.

You had begun to lose hope. Jason, now the Sensei’s Red-Hooded Ninja, was trained as a guard and protector. He was no longer of a feral and animalistic sense of mind but more of a living, mindless zombie, understanding and taking directions well. However, the sessions he had with you were not making much progress.

Every time you’d gotten close to having a breakthrough or found what you thought was a crack in the haze around his mind when working, you got shut out. It was as if something was trying to keep you from getting to Jason’s inner mind and releasing his memories, and you didn’t think there would be much you could do anymore, as nothing seemed to be working.

So, expectedly, you felt your heart pause and your body still when you heard him. Barely feeling like you could move, tears had once again come to your eyes at hearing the first word in the four years you’d worked in healing Jason’s mind.

“Ah, your memory is finally returning. Excellent.” Ra’s said before he turned in your direction, nodding for you to come to his side. “Your work is starting to pay off. I’m aware of your frustrations in this quest, but tonight has proven your efforts are not in vain. I want you to continue your sessions more frequently. This could be the start of him fully regaining his mind.” You nodded your head before turning back to walk inside, Jason trailing behind you from Ra’s order.

He followed you to your room, where you went inside and rummaged through your drawers before finding the desired items. You turned to see him standing in the middle of the room, the red glow from his robotic eye mask bright in the moonlight from your window.

“Please, sit.” You asked.

In your sessions with him, you always spoke with a gentle tone. You didn’t want to command or order him around like the others. You communicated with Jason as you always had before, hoping it’d bring familiarity and comfort. Over time, it seemed to work. Jason notably sought you out whenever something distressed him. For whatever reason unbeknownst to you, this had pleased Ra’s.

Even if you were having little success restoring Jason’s mind, Ra’s had noted that while everyone else had Jason’s obedience, you held something more precious, his loyalty and trust.

Tonight, you hoped you’d found what you needed to achieve that first and ultimate objective. When your old teammates showed up, and you watched Nightwing and Jason battle, it reminded you of the old days before he had died. You three goofing around in the control room during sparring and training.

After hearing him utter Nightwing’s name and thinking back to the first time he uttered your old superhero name, it hit you like a ton of bricks.

Those moments were all triggers for Jason. Things that evoked emotion and nostalgia from him, like when someone smells a dish their grandparent used to make when they were a kid or hearing a song that reminded them of a special moment.

It made you remember a comment Jason once made about how when you talked, it calmed him. He said how he found your voice relaxing and that he could just listen to you speak about whatever, and it would bring him peace. Not really knowing what he meant by it, you remembered very well how it made you feel and how it still makes you to this day.

Thinking back to the night you came to the island, you realized Jason hearing your voice had been his first trigger, which helped him remember your retired name. Fighting with Dick brought back the nostalgic feeling of when he used to spar with him in the control room, helping him remember his name.

So, you intended to create more triggers. Whatever prevented you from fully accessing Jason’s mind and releasing his memories was obviously weak to emotional pulls. Those pulls could come from anything that held a feeling of significance or nostalgia in his memories.

Grabbing what you needed, you joined Jason on the ground, crossing your legs before placing everything in front of him. You had a small collection of Jason’s things he’d given you or stuff you had borrowed from him and forgotten to give back. You had some of his favorite books, old batarangs, and even one of his eye masks from his Robin costume.

He looked at everything on the ground, picking some things up and observing them before placing them back down.

You’d tried this tactic before, but with your discovery, you figured maybe there was something you needed to do or say to help spark something. Jason thumbed through some books and messed with the Batarang a little, but you had to be careful since you weren’t sure if it was one of the ones that could explode.

When he picked up the eye mask from the Robin costume, his head tilted while looking at it before turning to you and holding it between his hands, making you grin at his adorable confusion.

“It’s your old mask. It goes over your eyes. Here, I’ll show you.” You explained, holding your hand out, allowing him to place it in your hand.

You brought it up to your face and put it on before showing him, “See? Like the one you have on, it goes over your eyes.” You said.

Jason stared back at you before he looked down and pointed at the space next to you. Realizing what he was asking, you nodded, “Yeah, you can sit next to me.” You expressed, patting the spot next to you

He got up before moving to the spot and placed himself back down before turning to look at having to tilt his head down slightly. He pointed to the mask on your face, silently asking for it. When you took it off and handed it to him, he just looked down at it, turning it to study it from all different directions.

“Do you want me to help you put it on?” You offered.

He turned his head to you, that glowing robotic mask staring at you before you saw him slowly nod. Turning your body to face him a bit more, you reached your hands up slowly, “May I?” You asked, referring to his current eyewear.

He paused for a moment before nodding. Gently placing your hands on the sides of his head, you grabbed the mask and lifted it from his face, able to see his blue-green eyes, taking time to enjoy them since it was rare you ever got to see them. He rarely removed his mask, and only when you were doing intensive work with your telepathic powers on him did he sometimes remove it.

You were caught in his gaze as well as he was with yours. For a moment, it felt like you were back in 2013 before everything had gone wrong, and it was just you and Jason, staying up at night talking about anything and everything that came to your mind. The memories brought some tears to your eyes, and you were shocked to feel a finger come up to one of them. Jason was looking down at you, and though he mostly still held a blank expression, you could see underneath a bit of concern etched into his gaze.

“I’m okay.” You assured, or at least attempted to.

Wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your robes, you gave him a quick smile, which seemed to relax him. You hadn’t even noticed he was tense.

He turned back to look at the mask before slowly placing it on his face. A bit smaller now since he’s grown, it was like you were looking at him as the day you last saw him. You loved how his hair was still slightly curled over his forehead with the mask, not being able to notice it as much when he wore his ninja hood.

You raised your hand slowly to his face, pressing your palm against his ear. Whether or not he snuggled into your hand was totally not important and did not cause swooning in your gut.

Alright, you’re a liar. But you’ve been through a lot these past few years. You’re allowed to have this moment.

“Okay, Jason. We’re going to do what we do in every single session. But, this time. I’m going to project some of my memories into you. Is that okay?” You asked. Consent is key.

He nodded his head after a moment, training his eyes on you as you closed yours. He kept focusing on you while you channeled your memories into your hands to pass on to him. Eventually, he closed his eyes, welcoming your power into his head.

There were flashes of different moments from your past, all relating to you and him. Some were moments of you guys training together in the sparring room with Dick. There were times of you two together on missions, and one particular memory when Jason’s big mouth got you both into a less-than-desirable situation once again. But he managed to get you out of the sticky mess by using said big mouth again. That memory always brought a smile to your face. You remembered being so mad at him and then laughing at it like madmen when you returned to the Cave.

In each of these memories, Jason was wearing the mask. It was a part of his identity. Not just as Robin, Batman’s sidekick, but as Jason Todd. The boy who just wanted someone to care about him.

Suddenly, your head flooded with more memories, some you recognized as not your own. In your physical body, you could feel Jason tensing in front of you, shouting out in pain. It was working!

You managed to unlock part of Jason’s memories. Concentrating, you could see some of these moments from his past. And to your shock, they all seemed to involve—you. You saw the first day you’d met the team and Jason for the first time. You’d thought he was an obnoxious little twat, emphasis on the little since you were taller than him at that point, and you had voiced this thought as well. Over time, he caught up with you. And now, he’s got a few inches over you.

“Did this nobody just call me a little twat?”

That wasn’t your voice, nor was it your words. You did call Jason a twat that day, but you’d never call yourself a nobody.

You caught another memory of when you and he were with the team fighting against Dr. Ivo and Amazo. That fight left many bruises on your body since Ivo had decided to make some upgrades. When Amazo managed to get your powers and use them against you, it’d trapped you in your thoughts, torturing you with some of your worst memories. Jason pulled out of there while the others had managed to distract it long enough and eventually take it down. He’d overheard some of what you were crying out about and decided not to push.

When you had returned to the Cave, Jason followed you outside to get some air and think for a moment. You had warmed up to each other a little, and Jason had started telling you about his background and how he came to be Batman’s sidekick. After some contemplation, you told him about your past and how the Justice League found you. He had made a joke saying all you needed was the staircase and a letter from a white owl, and you could be the next Harry Potter.

You punched him in the arm for that joke,

“Hmm, kid’s not as bad as I thought he was. Packs a punch too.”

It took you a minute to realize, but you eventually got it.

These were Jason’s thoughts from those memories you were witnessing, his own inner dialogue. It was interesting to see some of the moments he found precious, things you had never even thought about before or remembered at the very least. And now, you were hearing it from his point of view. You used to always make a joke with him that you’d pay big money to know what he was thinking about sometimes.

“If he knew what I was thinking, I’m sure he’d either smack me or punch me, maybe both. Wouldn’t do anything except make him hotter.”

Pardon? Can we rewind that last part?

Did Jason call you hot? Like hot, as in attractive hot? Or, hot as in, ‘Ah! This bitch is burning. Get them away from me,’ hot?

Looking at Jason’s other memories with you, you could also feel some of his emotions from those precise moments. You felt annoyance from earlier thoughts, typically around the earlier parts of your relationship. Amusement at times when you and he would get into a silly argument. Or when you went on one of your excited rants about something. The further you got along in his mind, the more you felt his feelings change, becoming more intense. Curiosity turning into fondness. Admiration becomes the urge to protect.

A particular memory had caught your mental attention. One that you recognized was about a week before the mission that would ultimately lead to the end of Jason’s life. Dick and Jason were at their house, Wayne Manor, and they were talking while working in the Batcave.

“So, how’s everything between you and Zatanna?” Jason asked while practicing his kicks and punches on one of the training dummies.

“It’s good. She’s still a little upset over Nabu’s refusal to release her father’s body for no more than an hour, but she makes do with it.” Dick said, turning to face him from whatever he was doing on the Bat-Computer.

Things had gone quiet for a moment, Dick looking a little smug before he spoke up, “So, you and Y/N?” He smirked.

You felt a clench in your chest and didn’t know if that came from Jason or yourself.

“Shut up,” Jason said.

“I’m just saying, you two seemed to have gotten really close over the last few months. You’re actually considerate and somewhat respectful when you’re around him too.” Dick commented.

“Fuck you, and again. Shut up.” Jason responded.

Somehow, you could feel the small smile that formed on his face.

“You want my advice—”

“No.”

“Tell him how you feel and ask him out,” Dick continued, ignoring Jason. “And I’d do it soon. You didn’t hear this from me, but I’ve heard someone else on the team has eyes for Y/N too. So, if I were you, I’d hurry up and take my chances. You never know how long you have until it’s too late.”

An unpleasant toil in your stomach blossomed at that sentence, but you felt curiosity at the same time. You just didn't know if one or both feelings belonged to you or Jason. You did wonder who harbored feelings for you on the team though.

You couldn’t dwell on it any longer though when you were tackled to the ground, forced back to reality. Opening your eyes, you saw Jason on top of you, looking at you with another feral look, only it wasn’t the same as the one he had when you first arrived on the island. This one was wild but in an attractive way. His sea-like colored eyes staring back at you but with a darker look. It had you on edge but also ☀️feeling very hot with how he pinned your arms to the ground.

“I… l-lo– love … y-you.”

Your entire body froze as his head fell against your shoulder. Feeling his chest move against push against your back with his breathing, you could only turn your head slightly to stare at his before he turned to face you. The dark haze in his eyes was now gone, and his blue-green ears were staring back at you with the same adoration you’d always seen before whenever he looked your way.

He remembered you.

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the antichrist's wellness influencer era

HELLO, SINNERS, welcome to my youtube channel, I'm Adam, the Antichrist, Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of this World, father of lies, Spawn of Satan, Lord of Darkness.

Today I want to talk to you about the law of attraction, a trend that's been circulating in the self-improvement community recently. And hey, I'm all about the law of attracting! TODAY WE'RE MANIFESTING OUR BEST, MOST SINFUL LIVES.

Now I know some of you are skeptical. Manifestation? What kind of nonsense is that, it's not for us Satanical sinners! Well, I'm here to tell you that is ABSOLUTELY IS. NOT JUST MANIFESTATION, BUT ITS SINFUL BROTHER, DELUSIONS.

LET ME SHARE A REAL LIFE STORY.

I HAVE USED MANIFESTATION MYSELF. IN FACT, I USED IT AT THE EARLY AGE OF ELEVEN. I USED IT TO REVERSE THE APOCALYPSE! Not only that, I delusioned my way out of my bloodline of darkness, made myself related to my adoptive family, created duck aliens, possessed my friends and defied heaven and hell!

SO YOU SEE, YOUR DELUSIONS CAN NOT ONLY MANIFEST YOUR FUTURE, BUT ALSO REWRITE YOUR PAST. BE DELULU. IT WORKS.

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Last Updated: 2024-02-06

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite BBC!Sherlock Holmes stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

✑ A Week Early￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: You and Sherlock are having your first children; who've thought the famously emotionless detective would be such an anxious father.

✑ A Little Love and Lots of Laughs by eurusholmmes • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "It's been five years since you met Sherlock Holmes, four since you fell in love, and three since you married. [Now], you have [two children] who... happen to love picnics, swimming and spending time with their cousin Rosie and Uncle John."

✑ Absence of You by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "[You're] away on a mission…, leaving Sherlock to wrestle mentally with his importance in [your] life and how badly he wants [you] home."

✑ Always Attract by luxwritesfanfic • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "The strobe lights won't stop blinding him and Sherlock can't seem to shake the feeling that he's missing out, until he realizes he isn't."

✑ Bedside Manner by luxwritesfanfic • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "Sherlock figures out who the father is and [a cat's got your] tongue."

✑ Brother, Annoying Brother by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •

Summary: Sherlock's, once again, struggling to express feelings, refusing to admit he fancies you. Luckily, Mycroft knows just how to get him to confess.

✑ Champagne Problems by leftperfectionmoon • 〔A᜶C〕 •

Summary: reader turns down her boyfriend when he proposes to her as she has been in love with sherlock all this time.

✑ Closed for Today by coppercatswrites • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Sherlock closes shop to take care of you while you're sick.

✑ Come Home by lykaonimagines • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Following Mary's death, Sherlock sent you away to prevent you from stopping him from doing what he felt he had to do to save John. However, now that you're back and has all the details, you're not sure your relationship can survive it.

✑ Don't You Dare Say "I'm Sorry" by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "Sherlock Holmes had sparred with many an intimidating nemesis. He'd faced off against the most fierce, twisted, cold, hard, calculating, fearful opponents known to man, however none of adversaries that had come before had invoked such terror and panic as the one he was currently staring down."

✑ Exact Opposite by lykaonimagines • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When his brother still refuses to get dressed and take the case he has for him seriously, Mycroft calls [you in] to handle the situation."

✑ Expectant by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "[You're] acting strange, and Sherlock notices. [After] confessing the truth and... He struggles to find the words."

✑ Feeling is Mutual, the by classickook • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "You've been harbouring a crush on Sherlock for quite some time now but are determined to keep it a secret for as long as [possible]. Foolish of you to think he wouldn't figure it out... and maybe he'll even return your sentiment?"

✑ Game is On, the by classickook • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You have a little surprise for Sherlock that turns out differently than you had originally planned."

✑ Headache by bewarethecrazyperson • 〔F᜶C〕 • 🚫 •

Summary: "...While it was rare for you to get a proper headache, it wasn't unfamiliar for you or the boys when one resurfaced. They usually let you be, knowing that rest, medication and sleep would usually take care of the problem. [However,] what happens when you accidentally take one of Sherlock's pills?"

✑ Holmes, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •

Summary: When Sherlock's parents invite you to dinner, mistaking you for his girlfriend, it pushes their son to finally tell you how he feels.

✑ If You're Shy (Let Me Know) by classickook • 18+ • 〔E᜶M᜶F〕 •

Summary: "When Irene won't stop teasing you about your lack of experience, Sherlock comes to your defence and maybe even proves the woman wrong."

✑ Ignorance and Lunch Dates by thepokyone • 〔M᜶F〕 •

Summary: "Sherlock was clever. Everybody knew that - especially you, considering you had been friends with him since high school. Being friends with Sherlock had its pros, but it also had its cons."

✑ Jealous? by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: {…}

✑ Jealous, Love? by annesthaeticc • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♡ •

Summary: "Sherlock Holmes doesn't get jealous. Well, that was until you volunteered to help him out on a case that puts his feelings for you in jeopardy."

✑ Kidnapped by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •

Summary: {…}

✑ Kissing Advice by imagine-by-susu • 〔A᜶C〕 •

Summary: When Irene taunts Sherlock with his sexual inexperience, the detective seeks out your advise on the matter. However, the situation does go quite how Sherlock hoped…

✑ Let's Have Dinner￨Prt. II by classickook • 〔A〕 •

Summary: "as Sherlock's neighbor and friend, you've spent quite a bit of time with the detective and developed feelings for him. unfortunately for you, however, his heart belongs to another."

✑ Make Up by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Although you never enjoy fighting with Sherlock, you love making up afterwards.

✑ Men by imaginesbyella • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You work at the MI-6 Headquarters for Lady Smallwood. You love your job, but one day someone shows up and things get a little bit weird."

✑ Nicknames by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "4 times you used nicknames for Sherlock."

✑ On Edge￨Prt. II by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "Sherlock has no cases and John forbid him to smoke... [leading] Sherlock to find other ways to take out his frustration and, at the same time, showing [you] what it's like to be on edge."

✑ Other Woman, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: {…}

✑ Puppy Luv by annesthaeticc • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "While on a case, Sherlock Holmes stumbles upon a new friend… He brings her home, and fluff ensues."

✑ Rest of Our Lives￨Prt. II by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Sherlock returns home late after a week long case, and contemplates the current state of their relationship."

✑ Safe Space by lykaonimagines • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "During an argument over one of Sherlock's experiments, [you realize] some events in his life have impacted him more than he usually let on."

✑ Sentiment by goldencherriess • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Sherlock finds himself entranced by Lestrade's best friend and co-worker."

✑ Tipsy by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: When John and Sherlock return to the flat, absolutely smashed, it's up to you and Mrs. Hudson to ensure they're looked after.

✑ Waltz by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •

Summary: {…}

✑ White Lillies by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 •

Summary: You mistakenly confess you feelings to Sherlock, as it happens his reaction is rather sweet.

✑ Woman, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "[You] enters 221B and instantly notices the smell of another woman's perfume. [You realize] it's Irene Adler who is [trying] to convince Sherlock that she is a better woman for him."

✑ Woman Who Was No Lady, the by whereiputtheotherstuff • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: A tense conversation with Irene Adler makes Sherlock realize something extraordinary about you.

✑ Why Do I Want to Do This Again

✑ You Don't Know Him Like I Do by classickook • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You're sick and tired of constantly hearing insults thrown at Sherlock about how he handles his emotions."

✑ Your Stupid Face by gaitwae • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Sherlock is too proud to admit to anybody he likes you, but John knows."

✑ Affirmation by eurusholmmes • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ All Day by classickook • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Announcement, the by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔M〕 •

✑ Another One!? by imaginesbyella • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Bad Day by oneshots-imagines-and-that • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Bagels by grace-writes-shit • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Birds and Bathtubs by deerstalkersanddangerousthoughts • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Blissful Morning by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Boring Days, the by thepokyone • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Cuddling? Cuddling. by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Dating and Doctors by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Emotions and Experiments by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 •

✑ Enjoy the Show Brother by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Fatherly Advice by imaginesbyella • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ F*ck It by coppercatswrites • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Jaw Kisses by eurusholmmes • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Keep Breathing by eurusholmmes • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Lust by geeks-universe • 16+ • 〔E〕 •

✑ Lying Detective, the by deerstalkersanddangerousthoughts •

✑ Made for Each Other by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Measurements by classickook • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Morning Light by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Never Stood a Chance by luxwritesfanfic • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ New Family by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ No Flirting by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Not on the Couch by imagine-by-susu • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Our First Kiss by eurusholmmes • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Our Little Game by justauthoring • 〔F〕 •

✑ Psychology of Cute by oneshots-imagines-and-that • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Resurrection by moonlightsong • 〔A᜶F〕 •

✑ Rewritten Memory by gaitwae • 〔F〕 •

✑ Safe in Your Arms by classickook • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Stressed by generallynerdy • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Tease by classickook • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Tell It Like It Is by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Texting by imaginesbyella • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ These Words Of Mine by eurusholmmes • 〔A〕 •

✑ Thinking Out Loud by grace-writes-shit • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Wedding Day by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Why Did You Kiss Me? by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 •

✑ Babysitting Rosie w/ Sherlock... by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • 𑁍 •

✑ Being Sherlock's Pregnant Wife... by tessimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Cuddling w/ Sherlock... by spilledkauffie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Dating Sherlock Holmes... by spilledkauffie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Getting into Trouble w/ Sherlock... by geeks-universe • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

See Also: Navigation || BBC!Sherlock Master Index

Authors: @annesthaeticc || @bewareofthecrazyperson || @classickook || @coppercatwrites || @deerstalkersanddangerousthoughts || @eurusholmmes || @gaitwae || @geeks-universe || @generallynerdy || @goldencherriess || @grace-writes-shit || @imagine-by-susu || @imaginesbyella || @justauthoring || @leftperfectionmoon || @luxwritesfanfic || @lykaonimagines || @magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics || @moonlightsong || @oneshots-imagines-and-that || @prettyxlittlexwriter || @spilledkauffie || @tessimagines || @thepokyone || @whereiputtheotherstuff || @writings-of-a-british-fangirl ||

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Matchmaker's Quirk: Love Blooms

ONE-SHOT | MASTERLIST | words: 1 K

Pairing: Student!Aizawa × GN! Student!Reader

Tags: romance, fluff, cute, reader being a bit of a badass and straight forward.

CW: Hizashi and Oboro participation, fight mention (training).

In the bright corridors of U.A. High School, the air was thick with anticipation as students bustled about, preparing for another day of hero training. It had been just a few months since the start of the scholar year, and the school was abuzz with the vigor of young heroes in the making.

You, a spirited and good-natured student, strolled confidently through the bustling hallways, your eyes catching the attention of many admirers. Little did you know that your magnetic presence had already attracted the curiosity of one particular, quiet student.

Aizawa, then just a student like any other, observed you from a distance. His disheveled black hair and stoic expression hid a shy and reserved nature beneath. Despite being known for his strong analytical skills, the prospect of approaching someone as vibrant as you left him uncertain.

In the classroom, Hizashi Yamada, the ever-energetic voice student, chatted animatedly with Oboro Shirakumo, a kind and easygoing one. Both had noticed Aizawa's interest in you and decided to play matchmakers.

"Hizashi, have you seen Aizawa staring at (Y/N)?" Oboro nudged him, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Hizashi chuckled, "Oh yeah, he's got it bad. We should help him out, don't you think?"

The plan was quickly set in motion. Hizashi and Oboro subtly orchestrated situations to bring you and Aizawa together. They pair you up for training exercises, place you next to each other during classes, and even manage to organize study sessions.

In one of those particular training exercises, the day was marked with anticipation as the hero training course embarked on a joint exercise, putting students together against formidable robotic foes.

You and Aizawa, selected to work together, found yourselves in a training ground filled with the hum of machinery and the distant echoes of clashing metal.

Aizawa, usually composed and analytical, couldn't deny the nervous flutter in his stomach as he stood beside you. Your playful banter and the lively yet sweet tone of your voice had left him in a state of mild disarray, a feeling he wasn't entirely accustomed to.

As the first wave of robots approached, you and Aizawa leaped into action, ready to face the metallic adversaries.

"Be cautious, (Y/N)," Aizawa warned, adjusting his capture weapon as he assessed the situation. "My Quirk won't work on these robots. We'll have to rely on our combat skills."

You nodded, appreciating Aizawa's quick thinking. "Alright, Aizawa, we've got this. Stick close to me, and we'll take those robots down," you said with a confident smile, readying your hero costume.

Aizawa nodded, struggling to find his voice. "Sure. Let's work together." He muttered awkwardly, and the two of you engaged in a coordinated assault, dodging and countering the robotic enemies.

As the robots got closer, you leaped into action, demonstrating agility and precision. Aizawa, however, found his attention divided between the approaching threats and the fact that he was fighting alongside you. Impressed by your combat prowess, he couldn't help but watch your every move.

As the battle intensified, you found yourself back-to-back with Aizawa, fending off robots on all sides. A stray robot lunged towards Aizawa, and you swiftly intercepted, delivering a well-timed kick to dismantle the mechanical threat.

Noticing Aizawa's distracted state, you called out. "Hey, Aizawa, focus! We've got to take these down together."

Aizawa blinked, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "Right, sorry." He jumped into action, joining you in coordinating attacks. And, as the last robot fell, a sense of accomplishment filled the air.

Aizawa, however, felt a different kind of victory – the realization that he enjoyed fighting alongside you more than he expected.

After the battle, as the training ground quieted down, you turned to him with a grin. "Not bad, partner. We make a great team."

Aizawa scratched his head, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. "Yeah, we do. Thanks for watching my back."

As you walked side by side, discussing the exercise, Hizashi and Oboro observed from a distance, both wearing satisfied smiles. It seemed their matchmaking efforts had not only brought together an effective hero duo but had also unraveled a side of Aizawa that even he wasn't entirely aware of – a side that blushed and stumbled in the presence of someone special.

As your friendship evolved, Aizawa, despite his initial reservations, found himself enjoying your company. Your flirtatious nature would bring a blush to his usually stoic face, and he struggled to find words at times. However, beneath his quiet demeanor, a genuine interest in you started to blossom.

One day, during lunch break, you found yourself alone with Aizawa on the rooftop. The sun cast a warm glow on the scene, and the air was filled with the delicious scent of your meals.

"You know, Aizawa, you're pretty cute when you're not glaring at everyone," you teased, a playful grin on your face.

Aizawa scratched his head, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "I, um, well, thanks, I guess."

The silence that followed was broken by the arrival of Hizashi and Oboro, who had been discreetly watching from a distance.

"Haha! Look at these two! Love is in the air!" Hizashi announced dramatically, earning an exasperated glare from Aizawa.

Oboro chuckled, "You've got to admit, Shouta. You should tell them how you feel."

Aizawa sighed, running a hand through his hair. As he struggled with words, you glanced at him, a soft expression attached to your features. Encouraged by Hizashi and Oboro, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

With a sly smile, you took Aizawa's hand, intertwining your fingers. "You don't always need words, Shouta. Sometimes, actions speak louder."

Aizawa's eyes widened, but he didn't resist. The warmth of your hand in his sent a comforting shiver down his spine. You leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek, leaving him utterly flustered.

"Hmm, not bad, Shouta. You should've done that yourself," Hizashi teased, earning a half-hearted glare from the blushing boy.

From that day forward, Aizawa and you became inseparable. The once reserved student found solace in your presence, and your flirtatious and lively nature brought a new light into his life.

Hizashi and Oboro watched with satisfaction as their matchmaking endeavors bore fruit, solidifying a bond that would shape the future heroes of U.A. High School.

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st4rtar0t · 7 months

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Random messages from your crush.

Could be anything, their feelings, how they see you, what they think about you etc.

Pick a picture from below.

Picture one

In the realm of unspoken emotions, it appears that your crush perceives you as a vibrant soul, one who thrives amidst the joyful company of friends. To them, you radiate an aura of extroversion, forever immersed in the warmth of companionship. It's as if you have a never-ending circle of friends, or perhaps two steadfast allies who accompany you through life's journey. But there's more to their perception; they view you as a versatile being, capable of crafting beauty from the raw canvas of existence. To their eyes, you possess an enchanting quality, something almost mystical, which sets you apart from the ordinary. And, most tellingly, the message is clear: your crush harbors affection for you, a sentiment subtly returned by most who choose this pile.

Picture two

In the unique landscape of your romantic narrative, your crush observes you as an individual who relishes the solitude of their own company. They yearn to approach you, to delve into your enigmatic world, yet they hesitate, uncertain if you would welcome their intrusion. In their perception, you exude an air of self-sufficiency, an unwavering ability to stand tall and assert your presence. Furthermore, it seems they regard you as a worthy adversary, especially in academic pursuits, a silent competition that fuels their admiration. A curious twist unfolds as their protective instincts emerge, a desire to shield you from the surrounding world, as though guarding a precious gem. This story is one that resonates with the timeless theme of rivals transforming into affectionate allies.

Picture three

In the tapestry of your connection, if there's history between you and your crush, it seems they're reluctant to disrupt the harmony of your friendship. They cherish the bond you share, and the thought of altering its essence fills them with apprehension. Their heart harbors the fear that confessing their feelings might alter the dynamics forever. Yet, there's a magnetic pull, an undeniable attraction, especially if your crush bears the fiery energy of a fire sign. Interestingly, in their eyes, you embody a delightful chaos, an endearing brand of disaster that sparks their affection. Your unique expression of self draws them in, like moths to a captivating flame, forging a connection that remains unspoken but undeniably profound

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moonjxsung · 5 months

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I was curious which love trope would you give to each skz member 🫠

I LOVE THIS QUESTION okay hear me out:

Chan: Best friend’s brother. He just gives super sweet guy who comes around your place a lot because your brother’s there, but he won’t hesitate to flirt with you in passing and ask about your day. And eventually it turns into you guys both falling for each other (I literally have a fic of this exact trope and am 15k words into it I’ve been working on for months I NEED TO FINISH IT FFS)

Minho: Opposites attract/“I hate everyone except you”. He’s a little quiet and reserved and you’re a mess, you’re loud and you love him so openly and vocally. You purposely fluster him in public and shower him in affection and he secretly loves it though he’ll pretend not to. He’s never been loved like it before and it instills this overwhelming feeling in him he could never begin to explain. When it’s just the two of you alone he won’t hesitate to make it known how grateful he is for you. You two against the world fr

Changbin: Work adversaries to lovers. He’s the loud, persistent coworker you can’t stand and you guys get paired to do some big project together. He’ll eventually break down your walls and find out you’ve been hurt before and through late night bar trips and working on your project in office after hours you guys will fall for each other. Maybe also because I like imagining Changbin in a suit and glasses a little too much

Hyunjin: Love at first sight. The minute you see him you’re absolutely smitten with him. He looks like straight up poetry, he has soft soft expressions and beautiful features and you just have this urge to know him and get close to him. And lucky for you Hyunjin believes in love at first sight too so when he catches you staring, he’s enamored, too. Doesn’t take long before you guys are approaching each other and arranging for a date and pretty soon it’s like you’ve always known him.

Jisung: Friends with benefits to lovers. People love the friends to lovers trope but I think Jisung starts out as a physical endeavor for you after you guys meet a party or something because physically you just can’t get enough of him. Slowly turns into jealousy when he talks about other girls or can’t see you one weekend. You guys will definitely end up adjusting your rules to stay exclusive to each other and then Jisung will find that he’s really fucking smitten with you and he doesn’t want anyone else. So much fluff but the sex is A1

Felix: First love. Hands down. Felix’s little crush is so mutually reciprocated because he’s an absolute sweetheart and he makes the most kind, grand gestures to win you over. Felix grew up with sisters so trust that he gets veryyy sagely advice about what you want for gifts or what little gestures he can do to earn your trust and your love. It’s kind of dizzying when you guys start dating bc it’s like?? What did I do to deserve this person??? And it’s just safe, healthy, fully reciprocated, beautiful flourishing love !!

Seungmin: Best friends to lovers. He’s constantly texting you, hanging out with you, arranging hangouts with you and just catching up on every detail of your life. He’s bringing you dessert at 3 in the morning after you said you were craving something specific. He’s dropping off his jacket at your cubicle at work because it’s raining and you didn’t dress for the weather. He catches himself talking about you to everyone and people start to know it before you guys even do. Dating him comes so naturally because he’s your best friend before he’s even a lover. Absolute sweetheart to you always

Jeongin: Boy next door/neighbor. Your families knew each other growing up and you grew up hanging out with Jeongin. Chasing after the ice cream truck together, going to the park together, chatting while your moms caught up with each other. Maybe you separate for a while when you guys start college or something but by the time you see each other again, there’s so much attraction and chemistry like never before. He can’t stop thinking about you, and the little hangouts turn into dates where you relive those memories. Picnics at the park, ice cream dates, catching up while your parents have dinner. You never expected to be dating him down the line but it’s so much fun bc you already know him so well!

#ask #stray kids #skz #stray kids hard hours #skz scenarios

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jayburdxx · 2 months

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tomura shigaraki with a highkey insane s/o that also has a destructive quirk derived from their hands.

an s/o that isn't afraid of tomura in the slightest. an s/o who sees his danger as a thrill, something to be attracted to, to happily be under the threat of every moment.

tomura and his s/o interlocking hands. "we could kill each other in a second if we wanted to. exciting, isn't it?" tomura tensing, because a part of him is scared, but another part is excited. tomura tensing, because he's unsure if he should think you're stupid and pull away, or latch onto your love and grip your hands tighter.

tomura picks the latter, and he embraces your fearless grasp. because he knows that if he lets you go, he'll never have anything like this again. simply too special to let slip away.

tomura shigaraki with an s/o that takes his evil in stride, relishing in his destruction of everything. encouraging his hatred, spurring him to go farther, because his power makes them obsessed.

an s/o who would be an equal. a fellow agent of chaos that will dance with him in the ashes of society after they both burn everything down. an s/o who embraces his every flaw.

tomura and his s/o sitting in a secluded area, kissing each other while drenched in the blood of their adversaries. tomura relaxing, because the warmth of their body, their lips, the blood, brings him comfort. tomura relaxing, because their brutality brings him pride. tomura relaxing, becuase he's done overthinking, ready to simply enjoy the moment with the one he would die for.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #league of villains #lov #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #lov headcanons #shigaraki headcanons

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helloescapist · 6 months

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The Hashiras in a Relationship | Sanemi Shinazugawa

Word Count: 8314 (I believe it)

Setting: Sanemi Shinazugawa x gn!reader

Content Warning(s): mild suggestive, poilers for the Shinazugawa family.

Summary: love relationship headcanons for Sanemi Shinazugawa from attraction, dating, and in love.

A/N: The time has come, my dear, sweet Sanemi. I only hope I did him justice, but I feel like, for him, it just will never be enough. I will never be able to accurately depict a love he could give you. To release this is almost bittersweet. I have adored writing the Hashira headcanons, and thank each and everyone of you who has read them. Thank you for giving me a chance. <3

To be loved by the Wind Hashira is to know devotion and safety. His love is the fresh scent of rain, sooothing as comforting as the wind that meets the windows. Rattles your bones, and resignates within your heart. That soothes the edges of frayed nerves, echoes affections. A drizzle that meets the afternoon hours, rain that caresses the window panels of a greenhouse. The encasing of a garden aglow with candles, touched into the cozy nook of a chair. Your eyes only left to wander the glaucous gray, bask in the peaceful oasis embraced by the rain and ambience of tapping amongst the glass roof. The scent of fresh rain, intermingled with the rich earth, sweet as the fingers that graze your own. The roll of distant thunder that ignites your senses, thrills your being. Snuggled into his arms beneath dark clouds as urethral as charcoal portraits painted in the night. Tucked secrets of sentiments, whispered amongst hushed voices, ghosts of fresh wildflowers on the window ceil. An amorous touch of tranquility that dares the chaos upon your fingertips, thunder and lightning that illuminate the graze of his touch. Devoted to committing the memory of this moment to his memories, depths of desire expressed to you alone To be loved Sanemi is to lay awake in the dead of night, long after you know you should be lulled to sleep. Defying the late hour just to hear the coo of howls against the window that falls in sync with the beat of his heart. To savor the distant rumble of thunder greeted the depths of his slumber, the security of his snore as you embrace his chest. Solace as the raindrops that cascade down the window panels in the dead of night. As refreshing as the ethereal as the trail of kisses beneath the rainfall. The touch of his lips as they meet yours; your senses alive beneath the touch of rain. The passion and heat of his lilac eyes as he proclaims you to his chest, secure and devoted. Never daring to part, just as his love.

to be loved by Shinazugawa means that you will need to be gentle. To be soft where others would callous, to love where others would shudder. Delicate where others would coarse. To sooth nightmares, whisper reassurance to broken pasts, to alleviate old wounds. To know that only those who are deemed worthy will know his scars, to trace their depths, and shelter their pain.

Endure the initial distance. To tread depths that he dare not reveal, to allow yourself to be carried away by the under toe. Dare to push where others would flee. Firm against his ushers, resolved in your ideals. Possessing the quiet humility that balances his boldness, complements his confidence.

Embraces his flaws, and offers a safe space if only for a moment. Mutual respect. To be willing to give as much as you take, and unyielding in the face of adversary.

Because truthfully, Sanemi is a conundrum wrapped in enigmas. A shattered soul with little choice but to bind his fractured pieces back together, and endure what remains.

On the surface, he’s a rather intolerant individual, or rather, he’s narrow minded. Often stiff to change, unbending despite how it may impact his partner. His reputation proceeds him. our rabid puppy stabbed himself in an attempt to expose Nezukos weakness.

Though the truth is that his own inflexibility is built on a foundation of a shattered child. His own loyalty the very reason why he was willing to mutilate himself, his dedication to the demon slayer corps clear cut. Heedless of the mangled flesh, or the threaten to his own health that such injuries could incur.

His thoughts are on the safety of those around him, of his peers, of those beneath his rank. Of civilians. At times, Sanemi follows a default, and is at risk of becoming judgmental.

In many ways, it’s a self-defense mechanism that he has built himself over the years. Frayed at the edges, and slow to trust, the Wind Hashira has survived a life that would have split others at the seams.

Due to his quick decisions, the swordsman if more often than not likely to become frustrated by a partner who defies certain expectations. such as bringing home a pet demon. It’s not that his counterpart is necessarily in the wrong, it’s that he truly, does not understand. Because of this, he can become critical, and disparaging of his companion.

It doesn’t help that much like Obanai, Shinazugawa is firm believer in regulation and rules. Because of this, he has a rather scathing opinion of those who adhere to Demon Slayer ways.

It comes as no surprise that his reputation amongst the corps is anything but fragrant.

Though, for those who have had the opportunity to build a bond with the Hashira are aware that underneath his bossy nature, and rough façade. Have been gifted with a rare opportunity to peek beneath the surface.

Despite how it may seem, I mean, I get why you may have doubts Shinazugawa is actually an expert problem solver for other people. Perhaps it’s an attribute brought on being an older brother to so many siblings, a caretaker in his own right.

However, in his own life, has a tendency to take things at a rather pointblank approach. Which can often lead to a violent approach. The truth is, he is not one to express the patience of talking about problems for hours. Rather, he is intent on finding a solution, for the both of you.

He just doesn’t know how to admit it.

There is no live and let live. If someone has wronged you, he will not just allow the insult to pass. He will stand for you, when you cannot find the strength. It is so important to note, he does not forget.

The good news is that, the swordsman is a direct communicator, and you will never be left guessing where you stand with him. although you may wish you did. His blunt approach to communication, while well intended can often rub others the wrong way, and border into being downright insensitive, but none of it is ever intended to inflict unnecessary injury.

Rather as pragmatic as the man is, he just forgets that those around him may not be as direct in their communication. He would sooner risk you despising him than jeopardize your life.

Just as the Wind Hashira sacrificed his own relationship for Genya’s survival, he will without hesitation, threaten to severe ties with you if he believes it is truly in your best interest. He just wants you to live a happy life.

Part of this is brought on by his sense of duty. As a victim of marechi blood, Sanemi believes that there is truthfully, no other way of survival that exists for him.

As long as he exists in this life, he feels that he is a bane on the existence of those that he cares for. Bestowed cursed blood by the gods, Sanemi is convinced that it is his obligation to distance himself from others.

To act as a harbinger of death for the nightmares of the night, never daring to touch upon the sunlight of a normal life.

The Wind Hashira prefers to keep his feet on the ground, and his grasp within reach of those that are obtainable. His heart may desire the warmth of a family, of what if, and daydreams, it is perhaps his fears of rejection that keep him grounded.

Rather than dream of what he can never acquire, the tenderness he will never know, he would rather focus on what is within his means.

The callous of his fingers earned through hours of practice, the sparing of blades against a trainee, the tug of fabric as he mends his own clothing, hush any dread that dares to seep in. skirting rejection before it meets him.

Stunned are the members who know of the hidden courteous of the Wind Hashira.

Respectful of his superiors, and his peers; Sanemi is rather polite, and considerate to those around him. Quick to inquire how those around him are faring, if their burdens have fruited hardships far too much for them to endure. If perhaps, is a way for him to shoulder some of their burden.

Shy in his approach, bristled should anyone draw attention to his kindness, but candid to offer any assistance. A spirit that does not yield, nor does it hesitate to shield those around him.

Though Sanemi may never readily reveal it, he is a caring man. One who consistently frets about the wellbeing of those around him. Whether it’s an old wound that is agitating a veteran member of the coprs, a new recruit he pushed far too far in training, or a peer who has seen horrors better left unspoken, Sanemi cares deeply for others.

He is the sort to happen upon someone struggling with their groceries, and initially… pass. He’ll opt to ignore it, the Wind Hashira will try to persuade himself that they’ll do just fine—they should have been more considerate of their buying and if they could carry it all.

But with each step his take, the defiant thought dissuades him. Gnaws at his gut until finally, he I left with little choice but to stomp back to the stranger, uttering every curse known to man before stopping before the individual.

Sanemi will just his hand out, and tuck his chin feigning annoyance rather than admit his courtesy. or the blush that has claimed his features.

He will mutter insult after insult on the way home, all while consistently peeking over his shoulder. Careful to maintain his pace at a comfortable stride, and to gauge if he needs to further lighten the load.

It is perhaps because of how naturally considerate he is, that you will often find that not only is Sanemi supportive, but has a talent for detail. The swords man is the type to notice the smallest of thing, the shift of your heel as your form is shifted. Slightly off, filtered far too favoring one leg over the other, the realization dawning upon him, and in the next moment, he is before you.

Crouched with his back exposed, his hands beckoning the burden of your weight. Never settling for any refusal on your part, rather, it is only when you are secured in a piggy back, does he confess his apologies for not having noticed sooner. In a gruff, grumbled voice,…

"You should have said something dumbass." "Your foot…. Does it hurt ?" " I should have noticed sooner."

He’ll take extra care for the time to come, always vigilant against your wound. Sanemi has a great memory. The Wind Hashira takes great care to be able to keep track of everyone under his wing. he to this day keeps tabs on the Kocho sisters in Kanae’s stead.

But, I also imagine that keeps track of little things. Such as dropping off Tororo-Konbu for Obanai when he is under the care of the Butterfly Estate because he remembers that Obanai has delicate eating habits, leaving Muichiro a selection of lovely kami, or the way he leaves his condolences upon the anniversary at Gyomei’s door step when work will not allow him to visit the grave site.

As time goes on, you will discover the supportive gooey center of the Wind Hashira.

Shinazugawa values a stable relationship, and because of this, a partner who has his upmost trust is the only way he can build a bond. He needs that security, the safety of vulnerability, as such, someone who follows through on their word is quick to catch his attention.

A partner who if given a task such as delivering medicine to the Butterfly Estate, will chance every incline weather to ensure the medics have received their necessary panacea. I’ll be there, has to mean something.

Your word is your vow, and you will see your duty through to the very end. It’s essential for his partner, because for Shinazugawa, to be able to place faith in another person is an obstacle on his own.

To accept his weaknesses, to be embraced for his frailty, he needs the certainty that you will never falter nor retract your word. His trust is not easily attained, but it is very, very worthy it. as sweet as fresh, authentically crafted mochi.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise that someone who is unreliable is not likely to fair well in a relationship with him. Cancelled date, and broken vows will severe any ground you have made. and likely ensured you will never have your zori in the door, again.

His fixed behavior borders on rigid, and if anything, your capricious behaviors will only reveal he has made a grave mistake in placing any value in your word. I dare say, he may treat you worse than Giyuu.

Being as strict as the Wind Hashira is by nature, I think he needs a light-hearted partner. Someone who will partake in light banter to ease the misery of the day, that sees the silver lining amongst the clouds on a rainy day.

Or truthfully, just dances in the rain. The first time he witness your carefree bliss, a giggle of amusement as the raindrops patter against your form as you splash through the puddles, heedless of any damage to your kimono… he was somewhere between befuddled, uttering a curse of dumbass at your expense, before lowly… that smile. THAT smile.

Paint across his features, softens his features, gives way from the pains of the past, and reveal the boy beneath the layers of scars. A lover who sees the opportunity to play, to build snow bunnies along the road following a successful mission, weaves flowers into crowns. Oh, he would so wear it if you gifted him one.

Sanemi is not blushing.

DAMN IT.

Oh, someone who will eagerly greet him after so many days apart. Rush up to him, greeting him with the joy of a missed companion, a smile ear to ear as their hands fold over his own callous. He needs someone to sooth his sharp edges, to laugh, and to smile.

Your ability to accept things as they come, rather than resist will not only help ease his own heart, but it will greatly benefit your relationship.

Someone who can balance his moods will go a long way in his own health as well. Soothing, and comforting like a warm beverage on a cold winter night.

Let’s be clear. Sanemi isn’t looking for a pushover. Gods above I suspect it would just worry piss him off.

No, he has no desire nor the energy for a relationship in which you’ll but heads all of the time, and yes, he does love taking charge.

However, that does not mean that Sanemi wants someone to be subservient to him either. Rather, he needs the reassurance that from time to time, you will meet him at his level. Reel him in when he goes to far.

When push to comes to shove, you will not lose your footing. You will stand your ground, and remain firm to your ideals, and desires. call him on his shit. The rare moment in which your laidback nature morphs, his soft squishy lover hardening beneath his gaze, meeting his sight head on.

Nose to nose, solid. He will huff and puff. And absolutely walk away from you. He has no desire to sink his relationship, but oh… his heart. Sanemi will retrace this moment over and over.

One because he wants to consider it over, but to the other effect, oh… he’s got it bad. real bad.

Now, let’s be clear, just as he doesn’t want someone who compliant without question, Sanemi has no desires for a partner that desires to control his movements. If it’s not mutual respect, he doesn’t want it.

Goals and ambitions are a turn on for Shinazugawa, he’s attracted to individuals with their own desires in life. It goes with his own desires for independence, built on mutual respect and trust. With his own desires for autonomy, it’s only right that your own needs are on equal grounds.

He does not want you to live a life waiting by the door for his return home. He adores you greeting him when he gets home, but… it isn’t much of a life.

You should do things you love, things that bring you joy. he loves to see your smile. For a happy, healthy relationship, Shinazugawa needs a relationship that is not built upon power dynamics, for either side.

Otherwise, things could just end up toxic. Really, if you have the time to give just a little bit of yourself, it will go a long way with him. Small tokens, little bits cheering him on.

Whether it’s a little note in his lunch, a kiss on the cheek as you part ways for the day, Sanemi just needs to know that you support his ambitions.

For the swordsman, intimacy is at the forefront of his desires. Because of this, a relationship that contains a lot of emotional turmoil will send him far from your grasp. For the most part, he is open to meeting misunderstandings and disputes as they surface, but a partner who is insisting on thrill seeking in the relationship stirring the pot.

He. Does. Not. Have. The. Patience.

He just doesn’t. It’s not who Sanemi, so if you wish for the relationship to continue, you may wish to adapt a more direct approach to communication. At the end of the day, Shinazugawa is just a do-er by nature.

He is the sort to find solutions, and approach things as soon as he can. A leaky roof, he’ll have it mended before the next rain. The garden has been invaded by pests, Sanemi will strengthen the barriers. I can just imagine him happily building a little bug habitat on the weekends.

For Sanemi, the moment of attraction would most likely the peace that you bring. It could be that you yourself are just a peaceful individual, one who allows life to flow without much resistance.

Finding solace in thunderstorms, joy in snow, and laughter on scalding summer days. The smile never leaving your face, or the way you just flow with those around you.

Comfortable within your own skin, into your own desires. Grateful for the clothing upon their back, and the meal in their tummy. It may be that you’ve a special aura in yourself. One that soothes the edges of others.

A tree that provides shade amongst the shifting weathers, a cozy spot to seek refuge to wait out a storm, or a pleasant place to slumber on a spring day. Tranquility that drew him to you, whispered sweet dreams to him.

Dared to fantasize a life he only touched upon in his slumber. a spouse, a house, a small garden.

There are two main scenarios in which I can imagine you meeting Sanemi. The first being that of a Demon Slayers.

Your initial meeting well… may not have been off to the best foot. In his defense, he was sort of feral running out there slaying demons by any means. Yet, there was something about the way he composed himself. As small children often do, his pestering had initially been a small annoyance, one you ignored, but that day… that day you had enough. The way his tongue got away from him, the bluntness of his approach that rubbed you the wrong way, and rather than allow the new recruit to cross your boundaries, you elected to meet him head on. The stance well practiced, sturdy in its resolve, and the perfection of your form met into the follow through as your fist landed squarely into his cheek. Sending him far to the side, and off center. Swept him off his feet, and squarely on his bum. Lilac eyes that swam through the ocean, caught upon the clouds, dazed as they appraised your smaller form. One hand to support him, while his spare found his cheek which begun to swell near immediately. The calm way your gaze met his. Red, bruised. The lump he would garnish for quite some time. The affectionate regard Ubuyashiki acknowledged the bandages upon his peek. A small child who's pride had been afflicted a heavy blow, and how it had driven him. just imagine the Master seeing the wound upon his cheek with the smallest smile before asking if perhaps, Sanemi and [YN] had had a spat Years entangled in one another, light banter, sparing matches, the growing of missions at one another’s side, time that had bound your soul to his. The tranquility of your giggle, the relaxed manner of your presence--- your very existence a special place for you alone upon his heart.

The other scenario I can imagine Sanemi falling for you would be one of which you are just an ordinary person.

One who works as any other, such as the child of a restaurant owner. A small little hole barely bigger than a yatai vendor, a hole in the wall that survived from their own merits, and abilities. The warmth of smiles, dared to greet passerby with a smile despite how many scars adorned his features, never paying attention to the whispers of other patrons that depicted a troubled child. His passing always curious about the child no more a little older than himself that giggled through the noren. Harmonious and light, one that always planted a bulb of a small smile on his own, only given the rare opportunity to blossom one rare rain day in which your parents beckoned the youth in. Ushered comments of the chill claiming his bones, the warmth of your mother’s hands as she guided him from inside, the touch of whiskers on your father’s face as he set to work preparing a warm meal to fight off any would-be chills. The calm hours before opening, along the nonexistent foot traffic allocating family time to caring for him as though he were a stray. Lead him through the restaurant business portion of your home to the inner familial abode despite his open protest, and flaring. His despondency hushed upon being set before you. A combination of shocked, horrified, and confused as to the willingness of such an odd family to welcome him so openly. It was the first time he had ever gazed upon your face, the giggle he heard so often in passing greeting him with a cloth, doing your best to erase the droplets from his snow-kissed hair. Your own curiosity betraying you before allowing the tip of your finger to trace the jagged blemishes that decorated his face with a curious smile. Quickly scolded by your mother for rudeness, the roll of her sleeves prepared to right your attitude, only deterred by the meal before all of you. Shinazugawa had told himself that he would not be swayed, nor visit the establishment again, and your family humored him. Reassured him that if that were to be the case, very well while sharing dumplings and miso soup, an added scoop of rice for the stray. The following weeks the effort he had placed in his footing, avoided the path that led to your road. Unavoidable times spent dodging the greetings you would offer as he dashed pass. Until having witnessed a spat between you and a drunker on a grocery run. The audacity of the man having attempted to force himself upon you, defiance in the swing of a leek as you scolded him. Stubborn despite the way the man had a hold of your collar, nearly dragging your smaller form towards himself, only enraged at your protests and insults. Laid to rest by Sanemi’s own rage, no longer to deny the pull you had upon him. The way he found himself drifted to the establishment time after time.

The warmth of a home that was never his own.

In courting, I feel as though Shinazugawa may take a more considerable amount of time to mull the decision over than other Hashiras. Not nearly as studious as that of Kocho, nor bashful as Mitsuri, but not quite to the level of open pursuit as that of the Flame Hashira or retired shinobi.

I feel that if his life had taken an alternative route, one in which he had the opportunity to grow with his siblings, care for his mother in her old age, I imagine he may have been just as forthcoming as the later. Quick to declare his attentions, resolved and determined to win your heart amongst the suitors at your door, but life has taken an alternative route than initially planned.

The Sanemi we have is one who has been through heartbreak, experience loss, and punishments brought on by his birth. The one who adores scars for the sake of others, and because of this, I feel that Sanem is sort of a middle ground amongst the Hashiras. One who may not be as hesitant as Obanai, but still resistant to the way his heart pines for your own.

In courting, the Wind Hashira is a rather straightforward, shameless flirt. near Uzui levels. Open to express physical attraction, unambiguous in his approach. Not the sort to play games, or leave things up for interpretation.

Rather, quick to grab your wrist, to pull you within reach, uttering in a husky voice with need, “What are you doing tonight?”

Fairly confident in his approach, and not one to shy away from a physical fling should the desire touch upon him. it’s a great way to keep others at arms length.

He is assertive, subtility is not in his nature, and an expert at taking the lead, guiding the flirtations on his time. Tease suggestive comments, coo his attentions.

Upfront in delving that he is not craving something serious, or long term, Sanemi is not one to dip his toes in manipulation. Rather, any mind games is quick to deter even a one night stand. He just does not have the patience, nor the interest.

For the most part, Sanemi is not as likely to delve into casual relationships as much as one would think. Rather, he has a deep need for security, and assurance, and a relationship of this nature is rather unappealing to him, but don’t let that fool you.

He’s rather comfortable with a one-night stand from time to time, but it varies on the individual. If it’s one in which the interlude will be met with the proper emotional distance, such as an oiran, he’s likely to enjoy the experience, but should there be a hint of false intimacy one that tries to reflect upon a real relationship, or dares to stray into more idealistic means, it will not end well.

He’s well adapted at being able to separate physical pleasures from emotional intimacy, a master at engaging without attachments. loves using flirting to test the waters.

However, it is perhaps the desperate touch of his heart, and longing for a life he knows he cannot tread upon that prevents him from regularly engaging in such trivial moments. It’s not enough for him at his core, but as he is far too afraid to stray into such areas carelessly, he’ll often go without rather than risk more than he bargained for.

He’s open to admitting that he’s interested, but once the deafening realization hits him that he is smitten, he is quick to withdraw. Shatter in features, regardless of what he was doing in that moment that it crossed his mind that he has fallen, delved deeper than the occasional pursuit, he’s dropped everything.

Pulled himself from our touched, uncoiled his fingers from your hair, barely offering a half assed excuse before fleeing. Dodged interactions, quick to seek escape.

Unable to touch upon the depths he has submerged, panicked at the thoughts of loss. It is only when he has come to terms with the circumstances that he will move forward. He is not the type to jump in, nor will he ever truly be.

That being said, the swordsman is truly quick to fall heels over head for the right person. The moment he has caught feelings, there will be a shift in approach. Genuine notes of tenderness in regards, desiring your warmth, and providing patience to allow you to come to him with the passage of time.

Laughter, witty remarks, and forthcoming gifts and compliments as the air that he breathes. Any attempt to seize your attention. In fact, I firmly believe that Sanemi would delight in the more conventional courtship routines that others often overlook.

He would savor picking flowers for you and carry your belongings for you. he wants to show off his muscles. Would ask you to visit a tea house with him, offer you his share of ohagi, and flutter at the nervous way you dust the rice flour from his lips.

Once he has made up his mind, Sanemi will never detour from your love.

To have entered the dating stage with the Wind Hashira is no small feat, and one that will be approached with the utmost sincerity and earnestly. Allow him to take the lead, and you will more than be rewarded. Dates vary wildly in what you can expect.

Competition events such as a shooting game at a festival is sure to bring out his drive. He will get you that stuffy, at all costs. And while he thrives in such environments, it’s the dates he plans that will catch you off guard.

Shinazugawa loves any chance he must get to know you on a deeper level, one that you have never dared to share with another. In part, it’s because he wants to be as special to you as you are to him, but he also feels reassured knowing expectations, and a clear understanding of who you are beneath the facades you bear to others. Because of this, he will aim for intimate rendezvous free of distractions and wandering eyes.

Time spent wandering the markets, plucking produce, with the intention of cooking you a wonderful meal. He's an amazing cook, I won't be convinced otherwise.

Traditional dates such as dinner and drinks, recounting childhood memories. He’s open to trying new things, a new game together, or even a comedy show. Sweeter, more reminiscent dates that touch upon joyful memories. Walks through a park, skipping stones on a lake’s edge, even a zoo trip, to more adventurous dates if you have an interest like rock climbing, or a couple’s massage.

Maybe even taking lessons on how to offer you a sensual massage himself. I promise he has documented these dates somewhere for future grandchildren to giggle over.

The Wind Hashira in love is an enigma in a way. At times, he can appear to be serious and aloof, but it is little more than a barrier than admitting how his heart longs for your touch.

Yet, the truth remains that if you have entered the dating zone, you will quickly realize that he has long since loved you. Whispered your name into the depths of his heart, a phantom amongst his dreams.

Beneath his tough exterior, Sanemi is romantic at his core, and desires a drowning connection to his lover. Warm and affectionate, quick to give himself more than he will ever request, his entire being belongs to you. In love, there is not a question of whether he will commit.

Rather, your bond is all he ever needed to conclude that he is committed. Sanemi would be hurt to discover you ever thought otherwise. However, he understands that others must progress at their own pace, and because of this, he will do his best to hide away the maddening depths of his devotion and mascaraed as aloof, attempting to give you all of the patience you need.

Though, should you pay attention, you will notice it in the way he cares for you. How he soothes your hair in comfort, warms your hands with his own. How openly he pursues quality time together or dotes upon you regardless of who may be watching. He already knows everyone else has caught on.

In fact, for all the ways that he will cherish you, you will discover that disposing of his feelings in a verbal manner is a challenge for him. It’s not that Sanemi doesn’t desire to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, it’s just that it’s not his strong suit. And he knows it.

He’s far more comfortable allowing his actions to speak of his adoration.

Because of this, Shinazugawa can and will seize every opportunity to put himself in your service. To give you peace, and ensure your life is easier with each passing day.

As he was with dating, but he approaches romance in a fairly traditional aspect as well. He adores classic outings, scheduled romance to ensure that the spark never leaves your senses.

You will be wooed throughout your life in a way that has you questioning if you have committed to the Love Hashira. That being said, Sanemi adores a good surprise.

The Wind Hashira is just as quick to place grand gestures at his disposal frequently, so much so that it is almost second nature to him. As a supportive individual, you will find that he prides himself on being able to offer a safe home free of worries and will do so through whatever means he can conjure.

Hour spent hanging the laundry, cooking meal after meal, and cleaning up after dinner with the biggest of grins as he mentally files away what dishes caught your attention with a smile. He will also accomplish this through more traditional routes, such as working tirelessly to ensure you never want for anything, and have a safe comfortable home always waiting for you. if his upbringing was not a clue.

The Wind Hashira desires for you to have the life of your dreams between your fingertips, you need only grasp it. No really, any odd pursuit you may have, Sanemi will be the first to admit, it’s a little peculiar, but he will never hesitate to cheer you on.

Push you when you need it, make the big jump to pursue your dreams regardless of how small or enormous they may be. Truly, he wants a relationship built on mutual respect.

In many aspects, he is the ideal partner.

Commitment is not something to be taken lightly and is something he has already mulled over in his thoughts time and time again before pursuing you. Because the truth is, once he has made the decision, he has done so wholeheartedly.

Committed loyalty and fidelity into his pore, striving at all costs to make the relationship work. Bathed in resolve, Sanemi truly desires a relationship in which he feels secure.

One that you will never doubt his loyalty, and he never needs to question your own. But also, one in which he can confess fears, reveal vulnerabilities, accept your embrace without a second thought.

Seek your comfort, never doubting his own masculinity for doing so. Yes, in a committed and well-developed relationship, Sanemi’s eyes will never wander. It would never occur to him despite how his flirtatious nature may appear.

He would never forgive himself for straying and betraying your trust.

That being clear, Shinazugawa is a rather unorthodox, vengeful person at times, and if you have decided to play a game of tactics and manipulation… well, he will be direct in his rath.

Intentional planting seeds of doubts, actively pursuing your friend in an emotional affair, he is the sort to retaliate.

For all he will give to you, communication can either be a godsent, or a curse.

Sanemi prefers open, and direct dialect. Even at the risk of hurting feelings, he would rather be far to blunt than sugar coat a horrid truth. He is not one to live a lie, and truthfully, it’s not that it is ever his intention to inflict wounds.

Rather, he feels that to obscure truths would be disrespectful to his partner. His goal is truly, to be honest. However, as a naturally outspoken man, his communication style adds a level of aggression that he often doesn’t intend. He just really doesn’t see the point in beating around the bush.

He would much rather rip off the band aid and begin the process of healing rather than allow the wound to fester. That being said, Sanemi does have a bad habit of being one to judge others, and rather quick to criticize than acknowledge someone else’s needs.

The Wind Hashira rather enjoys engaging in conversation as long as it is nothing too abstract. He’s not one for discussions about the universe, or why it is the stars align just so, but for more tangible concepts he’s quick to engage.

Share conversations about your dreams, about a future together. Engage him in discussions from serious politics to even casual banter about whether Sakura mochi or ohagi is the best dessert. savor how persuasive he can be when he sets his mind to it. His well-informed perspective combined with his confidence can be rather tantalizing convincing.

One would assume that confrontation would come naturally to Sanemi. It’s a fair jump of an assumption to make, but the truth remains that Sanemi does not wish to trade blows with those that he adores.

He’s the protector, not the assailant. The shield, never the sword. He desires safety, and stability in his relationship, and as such, fighting is not something he enjoys—it threatens the security of his relationship, leaving him with uneven footing.

This does not mean that he will allow slights to slide by the waste side, he hates being challenged, and his opinion distorted. Mixed words, or such tactics are sure to anger him. While he can be set in his ways, and slow to compromise, approaching a conversation or discussion with intentional conversation will always give you an edge.

Despite how confrontational Sanemi is, he would never, I mean never raise a hand to his partner. Under no circumstances. he will never be his father.

A stressor for the relationship will likely be his detachment to autonomy. It’s not that he intends to invade your space regularly, it’s that he does not quite understand why you have a need for space. Or perhaps it’s that he naturally feels anxious when you’re far away from him, as though a piece of him is missing.

For some people, this may not be a problem, but if it is for you, it’s important that you discuss it openly rather than attempt to dodge or force your opinion.

Just explain, you would be surprised how willing he is to see your perspective.

Sanemi is not one to enjoy an envious partner, one who doubts his fidelity rubs him the wrong way rather than excite him. The hint of your jealousy can be a backhanded slap rather than a compliment. Though, if the truth were to be revealed, Sanemi himself has a rather controlling tendency, and adores attention.

Because of this, I suspect that should you pay attention to another—even innocently, he’s likely to feel a prickle of jealousy. Should he have to fight for the monopolization of your attention that he feels entitled to as your spouse, I suspect he will be down right petty.

He’ll never truly act on it, he has the upmost faith in you, but he will pout from time to time. It’s illogical, and he knows it, but HE wanted to sit next to you, not be replaced by the pet dog.

He’s side eyeing the pupper as it receives the cuddles that were rightfully his own.

You should never be surprised to notice the fierce way in which he guards you. Dear. Gods. Above, he has no hesitation in becoming aggressive or confrontation in general, but if it is on your behalf, Sanemi can be practically feral.

resource guarding?

He will take any slight against you very, very deeply, and is quick to act on it. Which is why he needs someone to keep him on a leash. Not everyone is worthy your time, nor your lover’s. SIT boy!

For most of the Hashiras, the concept of family is one that varies from individual to individual, but for the most part, they are all willing to compromise with their partner.

However, in Sanemi’s case, I feel like, it is either one way, or the other.

In a world of demons, and terrors in the night, there is absolutely no way he would ever allow himself to father a child. He abandoned that life long ago and prayed for Genya to live his dreams. Sanemi would never forgive himself for bringing a child into the world knowing all too well what he deems to be its inevitable fate.

No, in a world in which Muzan and his fledglings wander the night, he would never willing allow it to come to pass. If he was unsuccessful and his lineage continued knowing all too well the dangers, it would break him.

That being said, if he were gifted the opportunity to raise a child in a world without fear of losing his child, or his family as he had in the past, Sanemi would jump at the opportunity.

A small home, one in which the sound of children’s laughter rang through every window. The patter of bare feet running across the wood, playful banter like music to his ears. Like his mother before him, Sanemi would have no set number of children he would desire but would welcome each one that entered the home with joy and cherish each one with all of his heart.

I feel as though Sanemi by nature would be a very protective father. One who would fret over their child’s wellbeing: emotional, physical, mental, he worries about it all.

Questioning if his decisions were the right one, if perhaps he shouldn’t have raised his voice. How could he have done better as a father. Every little scrapped knee, every bruised heart, he bares all of it on his soul.

All of this is with the best intentions, all he desires is for a future in which his children may know love, comfort, and peace. A solid foundation that he never had, nor could give to his siblings, and the way his hand always reaches for those of his child, knowing that he must let them go one day.

Please, just give him a little longer.

Sanemi is a practical demon. Almost all of his thought processes are logical, even though they may not always appear to be so initially.

Such as the way he attempted to snub out his own brother was truthfully proof of his own affections for Genya. if you do he emotional math.

If your love language is acts of service, your needs will be more than satisfied. Just as he was in his familial home, Sanemi is quick to make himself of service to his lover. He will massage aching bones, prepare morning tea, and pack bentos with the cutest little notes.

To serve the household, to prove himself for you time and time ago; Shinazugawa lives by the moto, happy spouse, happy house. Securing lose threads as they reveal themselves, warming the bed, or starting a bath when he knows the hours have ran across your features.

Rush to greet you at the station with an umbrella on a rain day. If you are one to give love in this manner, note that every task, any attempt to express your affections will never be overlooked. Though he may never say anything, he will find himself smiling at the small treat you found for his beetles, or the added serving of ohagi in his bento. Or the way you mended his kimono after a wound, tucking a smile to his heart like a little secret.

Each token of love is treasured no matter how small. He’s so grateful to have you.

Gift giving is rather second nature to Shinazugawa, and it may be due to the fact that his thoughts never leave you. As a natural caretaker, he is likely to always keep you in his mind as he goes about the shopping, smiling at a cute little treat knowing all too well how you would adore it, or spending a little extra for the spicy snacks in the hopes of seeing your smile.

Missions that send him far away, will have him gathering local treats. Little goodies made by the grannies, procuring a variety of scarves, regional flavors, all secured to his back with the intention of coming home to you with a variety of goodies.

Another area in which he will never struggle is quality time. In fact, the way he yearns to spend as much time with you as possible may have you pushing him out the door for quality time.

Again, Sanemi seizes every opportunity to bathe in your company. Whether it’s spiriting you away to dinner for the night, a hot springs trip, or gods help him if you decide you’d like to go on a beetle excursion. he has been hit with Cupid’s arrows all over again. He’s gushing.

Sanemi dreams only of you, but there are also the times in which, he doesn’t need some grand romantic gesture although he’s good at them. Rather, he really will seize any moment to just be near you.

Content to enjoy a quiet moment peeling daikon at your side, listening to the stillness of your breath as your eyes breath in the weather outside the veranda. To enjoy snuggles beneath the kotatsu with one another. Lay his head in your lap, allow our fingers to thread through his locks, or the way your fingers wander the lines of old wounds.

When you consider the way that Sanemi struggles with articulation, and placing his emotions into language, it may not come as much of a surprise that words of affirmation will be a struggle for him.

That’s not to say that he won’t try, he is as he has always been forth coming with his praise and adoration of you.

Shamelessly complimenting you regardless of the place, or the company that may overhear. hell, he would announce it in a microphone. But, the fact remains that communication is not one that comes naturally to him. Blame his upbringing.

At the same time, the way your face lights up adorably as his compliment paints your features. The blush that claims you nearly contagious in how it spreads to him, leaving him a stuttering mess desperate to regain himself. a-again! He’ll do it again!

Physical intimacy is an area that can run a risk for you. Let’s be clear, it’s not that Sanemi isn’t one for physical intimacy, in fact I feel strongly that he will leave you a panting mess desperately crying out for release as he worships you time and time again. he will ruin you I swear…

However, physical intimacy can mean different things to different people, and there lies the rub. For you, physical touch may be a means of expressing affections and trust. Allowing yourself to be vulnerable, and explore the depths of desires that you may hide away, but Sanemi was never one for being the touchy feely kind.

He’s an expert of separating and physical “needs” which may leave you feeling as though your emotional needs are not being satisfied, and that he relies too heavily on expressing his affections in the bedroom.

The truth is that in some ways, Sanemi can be touch starved himself. Rare moments in which he will graze upon your cheek without a second thought, how tenderly he holds you after time apart. It’s not that Sanemi does not savor your touch, rather it’s that he doesn’t know how to communicate his need to be treated gently.

Should you choose to initiate it, he will happily respond.

To be loved by Sanemi is to know sanctuary. To see refuge amongst the falling stars, to know the that your tears have found a gentle home. It’s to dance your fingers across his scars; whispered affections that claim your heart. It’s to have your hair soothed, the warmth of his head as he softly toys with your hair. It’s to know safety, a love that will give its life for your own. Always thinking of you, dreaming of you, yearning for the day when your hopes become reality. Rejoiced in truth, it is effort day in and day out, giving of himself for all that he has, but never asking of sacrifice. It’s safety, it’s snuggled by the fire, and a blanket to draw you to his heart. It is sweet as ohagi on a rainy day, the touch of cashmere blankets, and It is a flower nurtured with tender care. It is devotion etched into your skin; the promise sealed by the touch of his lips upon your flesh. Whispered devotion, and the strength to expose yourself for all that you are in the night air. Desperate cries, that plague of passions and yearning, it is a piece of your soul that you had never known was missing. To dream of the memories to come. To yearn for something, you never dared admit. A soft lullaby just as is his love.

It is… everything.

Everything.

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